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.

felt a chill down his spine, the pain on his face momentarily

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 taste of our

so here for this!” Aviana almost cheered

didn’t stand up to this jerk now, she’d be serving up a plate of Lionel’s

Chasel’s eyes brimmed

was ironic,

family he never felt among the Brights, he found within the walls of the Ashbourne residence, filling his cold heart with a solace he

ridiculous rules. This is my home, and Suri is my family. You dare to humiliate her like this? Do you think we’re all dead? I should have hit you harder. If you keep up your act, next time I see you, I’ll slap you again!”

defiance was palpable.

her, his heart swelling with pride yet concerned that her hand might

intellectual and industry elite, had

at Evadne’s stunning face, his voice shaking, “You’ve benefited from the Bright family’s generosity, and you dare raise your

you say, it was Suri who sought the medicine for Evadne. The debt of gratitude is owed to Suri, and by extension, York. What does

of a pan, stormed off like a

family? Fine, then take my womb. It’s useless to me.

“Lunatic!”

a hasty retreat. Chasel took one last deep look at Evadne,

hands, which were holding the blue veins on

at Chasel’s back, pain tugged

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

could be seen that Evadne was really

eyes, and the corners of his lips couldn’t stop

hatred, and his teeth were about to break.

Chasel left the Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere seemed to

hell is Emeric when his own wife is being

gets himself enemies, and he expects who to deal with them

hard on your dad, he went

room fell silent.

for duty, sounded better than going to work

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