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 his face momentarily forgotten under the hellish

my brother, my friend! You hit him, you hit me. And if you think you

here for this!”

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

brimmed with tears.

ironic,

the Brights, he found within the walls of the Ashbourne residence, filling his cold heart

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

was

yet concerned that her hand might be in pain.

intellectual and industry elite, had never suffered such

stoop to the level 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

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

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

her 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 want

“Lunatic!”

no advantage, either 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, no longer looking back, and

the railing, and his hands, which were holding the blue

he looked at Chasel’s back, pain tugged at his heart and

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

be seen that Evadne was really ruthless when she slapped him.

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

his teeth were about to break. “When I get home and see Grandpa and

the Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere seemed

is Emeric when his own wife is

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

hard on your dad, he

room fell

duty, sounded better than going to work

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