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.

pain on his

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 and powerful, her presence commanding.

I’m so here for this!”

now, she’d be serving up a plate of Lionel’s “Golden Grains”

Chasel’s eyes brimmed with

was ironic, really.

he found within the walls of the Ashbourne residence,

had to endure. “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

was

her, his heart swelling with pride yet concerned that

intellectual and industry elite, had never

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 among you!”

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

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

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

“Lunatic!”

hasty retreat. Chasel took one

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

Chasel’s back, pain tugged at his

Warner couldn’t help it anymore. He spat

that Evadne was really ruthless when she slapped

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

were about to break. “When I get home and

the atmosphere seemed to lose some

hell is Emeric when his own wife is being harassed?”

caused her stomach to cramp with pain. “He gets himself enemies, and he expects who to deal with them if not himself?”

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

fell silent.

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

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