Chapter 373

The cocktail party was set once again at the Abernathy Hotel. Following a series of business meetings, the tycoons and elites of Elmsworth flocked here to continue their social engagements.

Evadne, behind the wheel of her sleek black Bugatti, zoomed through the city with Chasel, her passenger, clutching the door in a death grip, staring fixedly ahead, not daring to utter a single word.

He feared if he did, he’d probably hurl out his dinner from last night!

Upon reaching the hotel finally, Evadne executed a swift, smooth drift that brought the car to a stop in the parking space.

“Out,” Evadne, unfastening her seatbelt.

Chasel remained motionless, pale as a ghost.

Evadne blinked her almond–shaped eyes, waving a hand in front of him, “Hey, what’s happening? You’re not moving.”

“I feel sick.” Chasel’s face turning a sickly shade of white.

Evadne yelped, promptly kicking him out, “If you’re going to puke, do it outside! Not in my car!”

The moment the car door opened, Chasel did exactly that.

For a man of his high birth and noble upbringing, it was the first time he’d ever thrown up in such an undignified manner.

Fortunately, Cassius wasn’t around, or else he would’ve wished he were dead.

After emptying his stomach, Chasel weakly clung onto the car door, panting heavily as he glared at Evadne, “Are all of you Ashbournes mad? Driving cars like they’re airplanes!”

“You’re a grown man and you get carsick?”

Evadne crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head in disbelief, “My driving skills are on par with a race car driver, smooth as can be. If you can’t handle it, it’s clearly your problem.”

With that, she handed him a bottle of water, showing a bit of consideration.

Chasel rinsed his mouth, slowly regaining his composure.

“Hey, don’t forget what you promised me.”

“I remember.”

Evadne looked at him with a faint smile, “You cure Thaddeus, and I’ll introduce you to Dr. Eve. I keep my word.”

If only Chasel knew, the beautiful woman who had been ragging on him was his idol, Dr. Eve, he might have a few choice words to say about that, and possibly feel a bit short–changed.

Just then, a sleek black Bentley glided past them.

Evadne recognized the license plate; it was vaguely familiar.

The Bentley came to a stop not too far off, the driver stepping out to open the door.

Out of the car stepped two people Evadne knew all too well–Het Uncle Bevis Ashbourne and her scheming cousin, Dolores Ashbourne.

“Dad, how do I look tonight?” Dolores asked Bevis eagerly.

She was wearing a one–shoulder pink evening gown, holding a silver clutch adorned with diamonds. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her look like a wealthy heiress.

But Evadne could tell, the dress Dolores was wearing was a knockoff.

Because that brand would never lend an original dress to someone like Dolores, who had neither the social standing nor the commercial value. That would be like damaging their own reputation.

“Looking fabulous! You’re as beautiful as a flower! You’ll definitely be the center of attention tonight!” Bevis showered his daughter with praise.

hadn’t even entered the event, was already glowing with

of attention isn’t important. What’s important is

loud and clear, her eyebrows

Dolores, her prétentious demeanor making

yourself, be considerate of Mr. Abernathy, and he’ll eventually

to throw a jab at Evadne, snorting, “My daughter, in any circumstance, is better than that slattern, Evadne. You need to have confidence. You’re no worse than Evadne. You just lack a bit of chance with Mr. Abernathy. But that’s not

speeches,

as Bevis

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

not exactly a secret.” Evadne responded,

you’re quite the exemplary

you’re going out of your way to cure your ex–husband’s

want to clear my conscience.

walking

twenties, she carried herself with the strength of a blade that could cut through a

but crack a smile,

his acquaintances on the way, leaving Dolores to make her way to the banquet hall

the entrance with an air of arrogance, handing over her invitation to the staff at the

Ashbourne, please

“Thank you.”

was about to step in, she heard the confident click of high

around in surprise, her

and Chasel were strolling towards the banquet hall

clenched her teeth, her eyes

this witch here all of a sudden? There was

that tall, handsome man who looked like an international supermodel beside her? Was he her toy boy, or

you here!” Dolores‘ expression shifted in an instant,

and his daughter in the

return home. The relationships within

me being here? You’re here. Why can’t I be?” Evadne didn’t look at her, her red lips curling

sis. You never attend

well you better get

more often. I expect we’ll be seeing each other quite a

your invitation?” A staff member

don’t have any invitation.”

“Pfft!”

couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh, delighted at the opportunity to regain some dignity, “Oh sis, have you been out of the loop for so

looked discomforted, “I’m sorry miss, but without an invitation,

Evadne said simply, her eyes

“Evadne” was like a shockwave, leaving

things easier, Evadne might have

since she had caused quite a stir in Elmsworth, her name alone was enough to make an

business with Mr. Abernathy. It

have an invitation, I understand that I can’t go in. Could you please let him know I’m here?”

you. This is Mr. Bright, my friend. May we enter together?” Evadne asked with a

Please,

were respectfully led into

alone, her face red with

matter where, no matter how hard she tried, as soon as Evadne

Thaddeus and Jareth were heading towards the banquet

asked, his face emotionless but his heart worried for

for a vacation after I finish

the mention of Marilla, “I’ve found

trauma?” Thaddeus stopped, asking

told me about it. She thinks Marilla must have endured some psychological trauma in the past. I suspect it has something to do with that awful Glynnis. -After

If Glynnis

you do something to Glynnis?” Thaddeus

“Why? Are you worried?”

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