Chapter 373

The cocktail party was set once again at the Abernathy Hotel. Following a series of business meetings, the tycoons and elites of Elmsworth flocked here to continue their social engagements.

Evadne, behind the wheel of her sleek black Bugatti, zoomed through the city with Chasel, her passenger, clutching the door in a death grip, staring fixedly ahead, not daring to utter a single word.

He feared if he did, he’d probably hurl out his dinner from last night!

Upon reaching the hotel finally, Evadne executed a swift, smooth drift that brought the car to a stop in the parking space.

“Out,” Evadne, unfastening her seatbelt.

Chasel remained motionless, pale as a ghost.

Evadne blinked her almond–shaped eyes, waving a hand in front of him, “Hey, what’s happening? You’re not moving.”

“I feel sick.” Chasel’s face turning a sickly shade of white.

Evadne yelped, promptly kicking him out, “If you’re going to puke, do it outside! Not in my car!”

The moment the car door opened, Chasel did exactly that.

For a man of his high birth and noble upbringing, it was the first time he’d ever thrown up in such an undignified manner.

Fortunately, Cassius wasn’t around, or else he would’ve wished he were dead.

After emptying his stomach, Chasel weakly clung onto the car door, panting heavily as he glared at Evadne, “Are all of you Ashbournes mad? Driving cars like they’re airplanes!”

“You’re a grown man and you get carsick?”

Evadne crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head in disbelief, “My driving skills are on par with a race car driver, smooth as can be. If you can’t handle it, it’s clearly your problem.”

With that, she handed him a bottle of water, showing a bit of consideration.

Chasel rinsed his mouth, slowly regaining his composure.

“Hey, don’t forget what you promised me.”

“I remember.”

Evadne looked at him with a faint smile, “You cure Thaddeus, and I’ll introduce you to Dr. Eve. I keep my word.”

If only Chasel knew, the beautiful woman who had been ragging on him was his idol, Dr. Eve, he might have a few choice words to say about that, and possibly feel a bit short–changed.

Just then, a sleek black Bentley glided past them.

Evadne recognized the license plate; it was vaguely familiar.

The Bentley came to a stop not too far off, the driver stepping out to open the door.

Out of the car stepped two people Evadne knew all too well–Het Uncle Bevis Ashbourne and her scheming cousin, Dolores Ashbourne.

“Dad, how do I look tonight?” Dolores asked Bevis eagerly.

She was wearing a one–shoulder pink evening gown, holding a silver clutch adorned with diamonds. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, making her look like a wealthy heiress.

But Evadne could tell, the dress Dolores was wearing was a knockoff.

Because that brand would never lend an original dress to someone like Dolores, who had neither the social standing nor the commercial value. That would be like damaging their own reputation.

“Looking fabulous! You’re as beautiful as a flower! You’ll definitely be the center of attention tonight!” Bevis showered his daughter with praise.

Dolores, who hadn’t even entered the event, was already glowing with excitement.

“Being the center of attention isn’t important. What’s important is if Mr. Abernathy likes.”

loud and clear, her eyebrows furrowing

looked at Dolores, her prétentious demeanor

considerate of Mr.

“My daughter, in any circumstance, is better than that slattern, Evadne. You need to have confidence. You’re no worse than Evadne. You just lack a bit of chance with Mr. Abernathy. But that’s not important. It can be created. Evadne and Mr. Abernathy really lack luck. Otherwise, why would

speeches, her cool

as Bevis and Dolores

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

but it’s not exactly a secret.”

you’re quite the exemplary

of your way to cure your ex–husband’s illness? Is this a case of old flames dying hard, or does he have

clear my conscience. Let’s

walking towards

a woman in her early twenties, she carried herself with the strength of a blade that could cut through

crack a smile, “Evadne, you’re becoming

on the way, leaving Dolores to make her

air of arrogance, handing over her invitation to the staff at

please

“Thank you.”

hair and was about to step in, she heard

around in surprise, her

were strolling towards the banquet

teeth, her eyes

of a sudden? There was no hint of her coming

handsome man who looked like an international

expression shifted in an instant, as she greeted

not witnessed the arrogant exchange between Bevis and his daughter in

was why he wasn’t willing to return home. The relationships within these

strange about me being here? You’re here. Why can’t I be?” Evadne didn’t look at

sis. You never

you better

more often. I expect we’ll be seeing each other quite

invitation?”

have any invitation.”

“Pfft!”

to regain some dignity, “Oh sis, have you been out of the loop for so long that you forgot you need an invitation to get in? You’re causing trouble for

staff member looked discomforted, “I’m sorry miss, but without an invitation, you

Evadne said simply,

like a shockwave, leaving

to make things easier, Evadne might have said “My father

to make an impact. She no longer needed to

last–minute business with Mr. Abernathy. It was an oversight

in. Could you please let him know I’m here?” “No need! Ms. Ashbourne, please come in!” The staff

is Mr. Bright, my friend. May

Please,

Chasel were respectfully led into

face red with anger,

matter how hard she tried, as soon as Evadne showed up,

and Jareth were heading towards the

Thaddeus asked, his

her for a

dripped with warmth and anticipation for future at the mention of Marilla, “I’ve found

Thaddeus

psychological trauma in the past. I suspect it has something to do with that awful Glynnis. -After all,

matter anymore. I’ve taken my revenge for Marilla. If Glynnis ever tries to hurt my woman again, I’ll

to Glynnis?” Thaddeus

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

do much, just disfigured

uncontrollably, remembering the abject sight

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