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.

his spine, the pain on

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 and powerful,

so here for

this jerk now, she’d be serving up a

eyes brimmed with tears.

ironic,

he found within the walls of the Ashbourne residence, filling his cold heart with a solace he had

ridiculous rules. This is my home, and Suri is my family. You dare to humiliate

was

pride yet concerned that her hand might

an intellectual and industry elite, had never suffered such an

shaking, “You’ve benefited from the Bright family’s generosity,

for Evadne. The debt of gratitude is owed to Suri, and by extension, York. What does it have

his face as dark as the bottom of a pan, stormed off

family? Fine, then take my

“Lunatic!”

he made a hasty retreat. Chasel took one last deep look at Evadne, no longer looking back, and

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

Chasel’s back, pain tugged at his heart and

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

was really ruthless

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

were about to break. “When I get home and see Grandpa and Dad, you’ll

the Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere seemed to lose

Emeric when his

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

don’t be hard on

room fell

even reporting for duty, sounded better than going to

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