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 hellish

you hit me. And if you think you can strut around the Ashbourne estate and walk out like nothing happened, those two slaps are

I’m so here for this!” Aviana

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

brimmed with tears.

was ironic, really.

among the Brights, he found within the walls of the Ashbourne residence, filling his

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 keep up your act, next time I see you, I’ll slap

defiance was

with pride yet concerned that her hand might be in pain.

intellectual and industry elite, had never suffered such an indignity.

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

for Evadne. The debt of gratitude is owed to Suri, and by extension, York.

dark as the bottom of a pan, stormed off

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

“Lunatic!”

strength or in wit, Warner’s face turned beet red as he made a hasty retreat. Chasel took one last deep look at Evadne, no

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

at Chasel’s back, pain tugged at his heart and

spat hard on the ground and spat out a mouthful

Evadne was really ruthless when she slapped

his eyes, and the corners of his lips couldn’t stop

break. “When I get home

Harbor, the atmosphere seemed to lose

hell is Emeric when his own wife

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

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

fell silent.

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

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