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.

spine, the pain on his face momentarily forgotten under the hellish stare.

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

here for this!” Aviana almost cheered

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

eyes brimmed with

was ironic, really.

warmth of family he never felt among the Brights, he found within the walls of the Ashbourne residence, filling

is my family. You dare to humiliate her like this? Do you think we’re all dead? I should have

defiance was palpable.

swelling with pride yet concerned that

elite, had never suffered

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 against me?

Evadne. The debt of gratitude is owed to

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

say I owe the Bright family? Fine, then take my womb. It’s useless to

“Lunatic!”

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 walked out of the gate of Silverlake Harbor. Meanwhile, upstairs, unnoticed

by the railing, and his hands, which

at Chasel’s back, pain tugged at his

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

that Evadne was really ruthless when she slapped him.

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

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

the atmosphere seemed to

hell is Emeric when his own wife

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

be hard

room fell silent.

even reporting for duty, sounded better

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