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.

pain on his face momentarily forgotten under

if you think you can strut around the Ashbourne estate and walk out like nothing

for this!” Aviana almost cheered out

didn’t stand up to this jerk now, she’d be serving up a plate of Lionel’s

eyes brimmed with tears.

ironic,

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

This is my home, and Suri is my family. You dare to humiliate her like this? Do

was palpable.

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

and industry elite, had

stoop to the level 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 a single good one among you!”

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

face as dark as the bottom of

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

“Lunatic!”

or in wit, Warner’s face turned beet red as he made a hasty retreat. Chasel took one last deep look at Evadne,

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

he looked at Chasel’s back, pain tugged

couldn’t help it anymore. He spat hard on the ground and spat out a mouthful

could be seen that Evadne was really ruthless

eyes, and the corners of his lips couldn’t stop rising. Then Warner

break. “When I get home and see

Silverlake Harbor, the atmosphere seemed to

Emeric when his own wife is

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

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

room fell silent.

work, or even reporting for duty, sounded better than going to work like

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