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.

the pain on his face momentarily forgotten under the hellish

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

Evadne! I’m so here for this!” Aviana almost cheered out loud.

to this jerk now, she’d be serving up a plate

eyes brimmed

ironic, really.

the Brights, he found within the walls of the Ashbourne residence,

“I don’t care about the Bright family’s 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

defiance was

pride yet concerned that her hand might be in pain.

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

rage, pointing at Evadne’s stunning face, his voice shaking, “You’ve benefited from the Bright

medicine for Evadne. The

of a pan, stormed off like a ruffled rooster.

the winter moon, her voice icy, “You say I owe the Bright family? Fine, then

“Lunatic!”

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, and walked out of the gate of Silverlake

his hands, which were holding the blue

at Chasel’s back, pain tugged at his heart and spread

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

Evadne was

and the corners of his lips couldn’t stop rising.

at him with hatred, and his teeth were about to break. “When I get home and see

Harbor, the atmosphere

when his

himself enemies, and he

“Evadne, don’t be hard on your dad, he

fell

even reporting for duty, sounded better than going to work like a common laborer.

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