Chapter 642

Warner froze in his tracks, that all–too–familiar look of impatience creeping back onto his face.

Evadne let go of Thaddeus‘ hand and marched up to Warner with the speed of a tempest.

The next second, her slender arm swung through the air, her fiery blue eyes blazing with fury as she slapped the privileged man across the face–not once, but twice!

The sound resonated, leaving the onlookers, including Thaddeus, in shock.

Warner himself was stunned beyond belief, and it wasn’t until the sting on his cheek flared up and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth that he fully grasped what had happened.

He had been slapped!

“Evadne!” Warner covered his face with his hands, his voice shaking with rage as he struggled to hold back his fury.

Thaddeus strode over with long, determined steps, wrapping his protective arms around Evadne, his gaze upon Warner dark and foreboding.

down his spine, the pain on his face momentarily

I don’t care what he is to you, but to me, he’s my brother, my friend! You hit him, you hit me. And if you think you can strut around the Ashbourne estate and walk out like nothing happened, those two slaps are just a

so here for this!” Aviana almost cheered out loud.

to this jerk now, she’d be serving up

Chasel’s eyes brimmed with tears.

ironic,

the walls of the Ashbourne residence,

for Suri!” Evadne’s anger flared as she thought of the humiliation Suri had to endure. “I don’t care about the Bright family’s ridiculous rules. This is my home, and Suri is my

was palpable.

with pride yet concerned

and industry elite, had never suffered such an indignity.

Evadne’s stunning face, his voice shaking, “You’ve benefited from the Bright family’s generosity, and you dare raise your hand against me? You’re ungrateful! The Ashbourne family, all of you, bullies, not a single good one

say, it was Suri who sought the medicine for Evadne. The debt

bottom of

I owe the Bright family? Fine, then take my womb. It’s useless to me. I don’t want children. You want it, take

“Lunatic!”

in strength or in wit, Warner’s face turned beet red as he made a hasty retreat. Chasel took one last deep look at Evadne, no longer looking back,

by the railing, and his hands, which were holding the blue veins on

back, pain tugged at his

soon as he went out, Warner couldn’t help it anymore. He spat hard on the ground

seen that Evadne was really ruthless

corners of his

to break. “When

the atmosphere seemed to lose some of its laughter.

when his own wife is being

pain. “He gets himself enemies, and he expects who to deal with them

tried to soothe her, “Evadne, don’t be hard on your dad,

fell silent.

even reporting for duty, sounded better

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