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 under

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 taste of our

Go, Evadne! I’m so here for this!” Aviana almost

she’d be serving up a

eyes brimmed with tears.

was ironic,

within the walls of the

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 hit you harder. If you keep up your act, next

defiance was palpable.

pride yet concerned that her hand

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

the medicine for Evadne. The debt of gratitude

his face as dark as the bottom of

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

“Lunatic!”

he had no advantage, either in strength or in wit, Warner’s face turned beet red as he made a hasty retreat. Chasel took one

hands, which were holding the blue veins

back, pain tugged

He spat hard on the ground

Evadne was really

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

were about to break. “When

the atmosphere seemed to lose some of its

his own wife is being

pain. “He gets himself enemies,

her, “Evadne, don’t be hard

fell

reporting for duty, sounded better than going to work

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