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

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, her presence commanding.

here for this!” Aviana almost

serving up a plate of

brimmed with

ironic,

of the

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?

defiance was

her, his heart swelling with pride yet concerned

an intellectual and industry elite, had never suffered

of street brawling, he simply trembled with rage, pointing at 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

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,

as dark as the bottom of a pan, stormed off like a

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

“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,

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

Chasel’s back, pain tugged at

it anymore. He spat hard on

was really

corners of his lips couldn’t stop rising. Then

him with hatred, and his teeth were about to break. “When I get home and see Grandpa and Dad, you’ll be

Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere

Emeric when his own

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

be hard on your dad, he went

fell

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

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