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 forgotten

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

Evadne! I’m so here for

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

brimmed with

ironic,

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

she thought of the humiliation Suri had to endure. “I don’t care about the Bright family’s ridiculous rules. This is my home, and Suri is my family. You dare to humiliate her like this? Do you think we’re all dead? I should have

defiance was

swelling with pride yet concerned that her hand might be

industry elite, had never suffered such

with rage, pointing at Evadne’s stunning face, his voice shaking, “You’ve benefited from the Bright family’s generosity,

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

the bottom of a

moon, her voice icy, “You say I owe the Bright family? Fine, then take my womb. It’s useless to me.

“Lunatic!”

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 of Silverlake Harbor. Meanwhile, upstairs, unnoticed

his hands, which were holding the

pain tugged at his heart

spat hard on the ground

that Evadne was really ruthless when

his eyes, and the corners of his

break.

the atmosphere seemed to lose some of its laughter.

his own wife is being harassed?”

enemies, and he expects who to

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

room fell

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

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