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.

on his

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

for this!” Aviana almost cheered out loud.

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.

was ironic, really.

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

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 hit you harder. If you

was

his heart swelling with pride yet concerned that her hand

an intellectual and industry elite, had never suffered such an

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

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, York. What does

dark as the bottom of a pan, stormed

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

“Lunatic!”

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

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

Chasel’s back, pain tugged at

help it anymore. He spat hard on

was really

it in his eyes, and the corners of his lips

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

Harbor, the atmosphere seemed to lose

Emeric when his own wife

gets himself enemies, and he expects who to deal with them

don’t be hard on

fell

reporting for duty, sounded better than going to work like a common laborer.

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