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

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

here for this!” Aviana

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

Chasel’s eyes brimmed with tears.

ironic, really.

within the walls of the

ridiculous rules. This is my home, and Suri is my family. You dare to

was palpable.

swelling with pride yet concerned that

intellectual and industry elite, had never suffered such

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

“As you say, it was Suri who sought the medicine for Evadne. The debt of gratitude is owed to Suri, and by extension, York. What does it have

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

calm as the winter moon, her voice icy, “You say I owe the Bright family? Fine, then take my womb. It’s useless to me. I don’t want children. You want it,

“Lunatic!”

face turned beet red as he made a hasty retreat. Chasel took one last deep look at Evadne, no longer looking back,

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

he looked at Chasel’s back, pain tugged at

Warner couldn’t help it anymore. He spat hard on the ground and spat

could be seen that Evadne was really

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

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

Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere seemed to lose some

is Emeric when his own wife is being

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

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

fell

duty, sounded better than going to

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