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.”

words loud and

looked at Dolores, her prétentious demeanor making his

be yourself, be considerate of Mr. Abernathy, and

Evadne, snorting, “My daughter, in any circumstance, is better than that slattern, Evadne. You need to have confidence. You’re no worse than Evadne.

speeches,

amazement as Bevis

“Thaddeus is your ex–husband?”

earlier, but it’s not

you’re quite the exemplary

tease her, “Most people who divorce can’t wait to strangle each other, but you’re going out of your way to cure your ex–husband’s illness? Is this a case

just want to clear

walking towards the

yet icy. For a woman in her early twenties, she carried herself with

a smile, “Evadne, you’re becoming more and

the way, leaving Dolores to make her way to the

entrance with an air of arrogance, handing over her invitation to

Ashbourne, please

“Thank you.”

hair and was about to step

around in surprise, her pupils

were strolling towards

her teeth, her

a sudden? There was no hint

man who looked like an international supermodel beside her? Was he her

you here!” Dolores‘ expression shifted in an instant, as

arrogant exchange between Bevis and his daughter in the parking lot earlier, he might have believed they had a

why he wasn’t willing to return home. The

Why can’t I be?” Evadne didn’t look

been so low–key, sis. You never attend these kinds

you better

I expect we’ll be seeing each other quite a bit.” Dolores forced an awkward smile. Inside, she was seething

could you please show your invitation?” A staff member politely asked

any

“Pfft!”

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 these poor staff

staff member looked discomforted, “I’m sorry miss, but without an invitation, you can’t

said simply,

like a shockwave, leaving the two staff members

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

caused quite a stir in Elmsworth, her name alone was enough to make an impact. She

Mr. Abernathy. It was an oversight on my

have an invitation, I understand that I can’t go in. Could you please let him know I’m

Mr. Bright, my friend. May we enter together?” Evadne

Please, come

respectfully led

red with anger,

no matter where, no matter how hard she tried, as soon as

and Jareth were

Marilla doing at your place?” Thaddeus asked, his face emotionless but

take her for a vacation after I finish up some

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

Thaddeus

something to do

Glynnis ever tries to hurt my woman

Glynnis?” Thaddeus asked, his voice

“Why? Are you worried?”

“Just curious.”

just disfigured her a

remembering the abject sight of Glynnis crying out in the

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