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.

on his face momentarily forgotten under the

Warner, was for Chasel. 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

Go, Evadne! I’m so here for

she’d be serving up a plate of Lionel’s “Golden Grains” to this mongrel.

Chasel’s eyes brimmed with

was ironic,

warmth of family he never felt among the Brights, he found within the walls of the Ashbourne residence, filling his cold heart with a solace he had never

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

was palpable.

heart swelling with pride yet concerned that her hand might be

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

the medicine for Evadne. The debt of gratitude is owed to Suri,

as dark as the bottom of a

I owe the Bright family? Fine, then take my womb. It’s useless to me. I don’t

“Lunatic!”

he had 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,

and his hands, which were

tugged at his heart

soon as he went out, Warner couldn’t help it anymore. He spat hard on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood foam!

was really ruthless when

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

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

the Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere seemed to lose some

the hell is Emeric when his own wife is

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

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

room fell silent.

better than going to work like a common

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