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 forgotten under

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 hospitality!” Evadne’s voice rang out clear

for this!” Aviana almost cheered out loud.

this jerk now, she’d be serving up a plate of Lionel’s

brimmed with

ironic,

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

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

defiance was palpable.

heart swelling with pride yet concerned that her hand

an intellectual and industry elite, had never suffered such an indignity.

from the Bright family’s generosity, and

lips barely moving. “As 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 it have to

of a pan, stormed off like a

family? Fine, then

“Lunatic!”

in wit, Warner’s face turned beet red as he made a hasty retreat. Chasel took one last deep

hands, which were holding the blue veins on the railing, tightened.

tugged at his heart and spread quietly.

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

Evadne was really ruthless when she

in his eyes, and the corners of his lips couldn’t stop rising. Then Warner

stared at him with hatred, and his teeth were about to break.

the Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere seemed to lose

Emeric when his own

caused her stomach to cramp with pain. “He gets himself enemies,

hard

fell silent.

to work, or even reporting for duty, sounded better than going to work like a

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