His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 536

"Evadne, is Nydia's elder sister?"

The girls' jaws dropped as they stood dumbstruck, and the one who had been crying was beyond tears now.

The girl sitting on the ground was scared stiff, her face as swollen as an overproofed loaf of bread, shaking like a leaf, retreating backward with trembling legs, but there was nowhere left to go.

Though Nydia was from the Ashbournes, she always kept a low profile. She lived like any ordinary girl, so who would have guessed? She didn't have the air of a billionaire heiress at all!

The three young men, Gordon, Jason, and Thaddeus, watched the scene with varied expressions, each admiring the scene for different reasons.

Jason was ready to throw away his gentlemanly façade and teach these gossiping hens a lesson, but he hadn't anticipated that Evadne would take such swift action herself.

Thaddeus's clenched fist relaxed as he stared at Evadne's proud figure, his thin lips curving slightly.

He was, however, slightly annoyed with himself for not reacting faster.

"What happened to all that noise just now? Cat got your tongue?" Evadne's icy laugh chilled the air as she leaned down and glowered at the girl with curly hair. "You're young. You could have learned anything, but you chose to be a nasty piece of work."

"Quick, get this on camera! Record everything! The Ashbourne heiress is attacking an innocent student!" the girl with curly hair cried out, trying to play the victim and stand on moral high ground to counter Evadne.

The other girls held their phones but were too intimidated by the young mistress's overwhelming presence to dare to film.

"Pfft, you think I'm afraid? I'm Evadne, already infamous. I don't mind adding this little episode to my reputation," Evadne said with a reckless grin, stunningly beautiful in her defiance. "And besides, you wouldn't dare cross the Chambers family, would you? Dare to cross the Ashbournes and see if I don't make sure your dreams of showbiz die before you even step off campus."

The girl with curly hair went pale, and the others quickly pocketed their phones.

They were scared now, truly scared.

Evadne crossed her arms and shook her head, "I've lived a quarter of a century, and you've just set a new low for humanity with your 'victim-blaming' nonsense. Defending a vile rapist. It's a shame morality isn't a college entrance requirement, or we might not have to deal with your kind."

"These slaps are tuition for the lessons you clearly need. I have eyes and ears all over Elmsworth, and if one more disrespectful word about my sister reaches me, next time, it won't be as simple as a few slaps."

"Scram!"

At her roar, the gossiping girls hurriedly dragged their friend away, fleeing in utter disarray.

Thaddeus strode over, his left arm wrapping around her trembling shoulders, his right hand gently taking her cold one, softly blowing on her palm to soothe the sting.

Evadne felt the burning pain in her hand subside, but her anger was far from quelled.

"How dare them talk about Nydia like that? A few slaps were too good for them!"

"But Evadne, you've never been a heartless woman. Even in anger, you're about teaching lessons, not cruelty," Thaddeus said, tightening his hold on her shoulder, his gaze darkening. "But whatever you can't bring yourself to do, I will do for you. Anything."

"They're just silly girls. Not worth the trouble."

Evadne took a deep breath, her emotions in turmoil. "Right now, we need to find Nydia! That girl's out of her mind, how could she think going live with this was a good idea? She's throwing herself to the wolves!"

Thaddeus felt a pang of urgency too.

No one understood better than they did the feeling of being in the public eye, where one false step could lead to a free fall into oblivion.

"Miss Evadne!"

Jason rushed over, voice hoarse with urgency. "Nydia's still live, the views are over two million now!

Why would she expose this? What on earth did Mr. Ashbourne say to her?"

On the screen, Nydia sat poised and pale, her clear eyes shining with fearless resolve. Evadne felt as if her heart was being crushed by an unstoppable force, each beat a throb of pain!

Below the live stream, comments streamed by at a dizzying pace, most of them cruel and mocking.

[Is there no limit to chasing clout these days? Using this for publicity?]

[I know her; she's the belle of Elmsworth Film Academy. Probably just trying to ride Byron's coattails to fame, right?]

[The Elmsworth beauty is an Ashbourne? And almost assaulted by Byron? What kind of soap opera plot is this? She's making it up!]

[Girl, if what you're saying is true, I wish it weren't. If what you're saying is false, I hope you meet ten Byrons!]

[Yeah, you claim Byron did that to you, but where's the proof? Got any video? Is it free to watch?]

The words were like knives, silently cutting.

Yet they were deafening, overwhelming.

"What do we do. Miss Evadne, what do we do now?"

Jason was beside himself, eyes red with fury, heart torn apart, "Can we get Nydia to stop the stream? Can it be stopped? She's always been timid, and without someone there to support her, to be with her, seeing those comments, I'm terrified she'll have a breakdown!"

Even now, he didn't blame his girl for a second. He just wanted to find her, to be there with her.

"Jason, keep it together. At the very least, we know Nydia's not missing, that she's safe."

Thaddeus's calm in the face of crisis revealed his capacity to maintain control, "And the stream has gone on too long to end abruptly. Doing so would give rise to wild speculation, only increasing the attacks on Nydia."

Evadne's breath was heavy, the air around her seeming to thin as her fingers twitched within Thaddeus's grasp.

Thaddeus gently massaged her shoulders, his eyes deep and serious. "Since Nydia has decided to go public, it means she's been holding back a lot, a bellyful of words she's been dying to say. Let her get it all out now—it's better than keeping it bottled up.

And if we take ten steps back, she's got Evadne and me to back her up. Those boogeymen can't touch her."

Jason's lips were a thin line, his gratitude evident as he looked at Thaddeus.

Nydia's sweet, soft voice then filled the room.

"No matter if you believe me or not, I'm speaking out here today not just for myself, but for all those girls who suffered at Byron's hand, trapped in pain with no way to seek justice for themselves."