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

Warner felt a chill down his spine, the pain on his face momentarily forgotten under the hellish stare.

"The first slap, Warner, was for 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 taste of our hospitality!" Evadne's voice rang out clear and powerful, her presence commanding.

"Wow! Go, Evadne! I'm so here for this!" Aviana almost cheered out loud.

If she didn't stand up to this jerk now, she'd be serving up a plate of Lionel’s "Golden Grains" to this mongrel.

"Evadne." Chasel's eyes brimmed with tears.

It was ironic, really.

The warmth of family 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 before.

"The second slap is for Suri!" Evadne's anger flared as 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 hit you harder. If you keep up your act, next time I see you, I'll slap you again!"

Her defiance was palpable.

Thaddeus watched her, his heart swelling with pride yet concerned that her hand might be in pain.

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

Unable to stoop to the level of street brawling, he simply 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 you!"

"Ungrateful?" Thaddeus' cold eyes darkened, his lips 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 it have to do with you?"

Warner, his face as dark as the bottom of a pan, stormed off like a ruffled rooster.

Evadne, calm as the winter 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 it, take it!"

"Lunatic!"

Knowing 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 last deep look at Evadne, no longer looking back, and walked out of the gate of Silverlake Harbor.

Meanwhile, upstairs, unnoticed.

Cassius's body stood upright by the railing, and his hands, which were holding the blue veins on the railing, tightened.

When he looked at Chasel's back, pain tugged at his heart and spread quietly.

As soon as he went out, Warner couldn't help it anymore. He spat hard on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood foam!