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.

his spine, the pain on his face momentarily forgotten under the

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

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

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

brimmed

ironic, really.

found within the walls of the Ashbourne residence, filling his cold heart with a solace he had never known before.

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 palpable.

pride yet

intellectual and industry elite, had never suffered

at Evadne’s stunning face, his voice shaking, “You’ve benefited from the Bright

cold eyes darkened, his lips barely moving. “As you say, it was Suri who sought the medicine for Evadne. The debt of gratitude is owed to Suri, and by extension,

as dark as the bottom of a pan, stormed

Fine, then take my womb. It’s useless to me. I don’t want children. You want

“Lunatic!”

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

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

pain tugged at his heart and spread quietly.

it anymore. He spat hard on the ground and spat out a mouthful of

was

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

atmosphere seemed to

the hell is Emeric when his

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

“Evadne, don’t be hard on

fell silent.

even reporting for duty, sounded better than going to

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