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.

down his spine, the pain on his face

I don’t care what he is 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

for

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

eyes brimmed with tears.

was ironic, really.

of the Ashbourne residence, filling his cold heart

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 should have hit you harder. If you keep up your act, next time I see you, I’ll slap you again!”

defiance was

her, his heart swelling with pride yet concerned that her hand might

intellectual and industry elite, had never suffered such

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 among you!”

was Suri who sought the medicine for Evadne. The debt of gratitude is owed

bottom of a pan, stormed off like

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

“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

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

Chasel’s back, pain tugged at

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

Evadne was really ruthless when

in his eyes, and the corners of his lips couldn’t

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

atmosphere seemed to lose

is Emeric when his

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

her, “Evadne, don’t be hard on

fell silent.

reporting for duty, sounded better than going to

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