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.

a chill down his spine, the pain on his face momentarily

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 nothing happened, those two slaps are just a taste of our hospitality!” Evadne’s voice rang out clear and powerful,

Evadne! I’m so here for this!” Aviana almost cheered out

she’d be serving up a plate of Lionel’s

Chasel’s eyes brimmed

was ironic,

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

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

defiance was palpable.

pride yet concerned that her

and industry elite, had never suffered such

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 of you, bullies, not

“As you say, it was Suri who sought the medicine for Evadne. The debt of gratitude is

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

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

“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

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

at Chasel’s back, pain tugged at his

it anymore. He spat hard on the ground and spat out

Evadne was really ruthless

the corners of his lips couldn’t stop rising. Then Warner saw his smile.

were about to break. “When I get home

the Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere seemed to lose some

is Emeric when his own wife is being harassed?”

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

tried to soothe her, “Evadne, don’t be hard on your

fell silent.

better than

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