Chapter 498

Evadne had always longed to hear those sweet nothings, which once seemed as elusive as dreams.

But now, Thaddeus was like a clingy talk show host, chattering away night and day into her ear until she almost grew tired of it.

Yet, each time he drew near, touched her, kissed her, her mind lit up like Fourth of July fireworks, and she found herself helplessly enraptured, letting him tease and seduce her.

Love, after all, wasn’t about what she said.

It was about her reactions: whether her cheeks flushed, her heart raced, or her body betrayed her will.

Breath slightly disheveled from his kisses, Evadne playfully wound her fingers around his tie, “Thaddeus, you used to be so serious. Now, you’re like some… some…”

She hesitated, deciding the comparison she had in mind was too crass to voice. Even if it was true, some modesty should be preserved.

Thaddeus, breathing heavily, desperation and desire pooling in his eyes, stroked her neck, their foreheads touching.

“Evadne, I’m your hound,” he confessed.

Her heart skipped, cheeks flushed like a rosy dawn, her fingertip poking his firm chest, “Stop it, you. Insulting yourself is like insulting me.”

He swallowed hard, biting her tender, blushing lip, “Today, luckily, we’ve got an SUV. It’s spacious enough for us to play.”

“I came for revenge, not to mess around in a car!”

Evadne’s cheeks burned, and she flicked his forehead, quickly changing the subject. “Speaking of which, where’s the Fairhaven clan today? Jareth is practically a CEO. Wouldn’t he want to horn in on this occasion? Can’t stand to let the Chambers family steal the spotlight?”

“The Fairhavens are still cleaning up the mess Edith left behind. They’ve been under scrutiny, and they’re afraid showing up now might stir controversy.”

“Smart of them,” she scoffed.

Thaddeus leaned in, his nose tickling her cheek, “Jareth also said he hates these kind of do’s. Would rather be home cuddling with his sweet wife.”

“You’ve been cuddling me for days, leaving me all sticky and uncomfortable every morning,” Evadne complained as she wriggled out from his lap, “We’re sleeping in separate beds tonight!”

He watched her move away, lamenting, “Don’t be so cruel, Evadne.”

Then a knock at the door.

Evadne lowered the window to see Gordon’s face.

“Mr. Thaddeus, Mrs. Abernathy, everything’s set inside.”

“Thanks, Mr. Gordon,” she replied with a nod, but added a stern reminder, “Be vigilant. Today’s event is crucial. The Abernathy family isn’t here. If you’re spotted by the Chambers family, they’ll suspect something. It could hinder our plans.”

“Don’t worry, Evadne.”

Thaddeus wrapped an arm around her waist, “I have my people inside, too.”

opened her laptop, fingers dancing across the keyboard, green code

yet he couldn’t help but admire

“Okay, all set.”

“Let’s just wait for the show

gently massaged her hand, ready to support her

central hall, the atmosphere was tense, filled with Elmsworth’s top officials and industry

giving

sat at the forefront, while spouses like Bertha

society, Bertha, the lone heiress of the Chambers family, had clout. But in the political

accept this quietly. It was she who had pushed her husband to his current heights. Without the Chambers family’s influence, her father’s support,

the day

whispers spread like

mighty. You’d think she had eyes

Edgar’s victory is certain. A bit overconfident, isn’t

to support Mr. Gardner like a rat pilfering grain. The Chambers family is fed up with her, yet she’s none the wiser.”

don’t trust Mr. Gardner. Corruption written all over him.

grapes, envious of her

Mr. Bartley concluded his speech, the hall

“Ladies and gentlemen,

bathed in the spotlight and a wave

clap, her heart swelling with pride. She wanted the world to know that the man

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“I am thrilled to share with you the exciting future ahead for Elmsworth-”

screen, and in

thunderstorm had suddenly gathered

planned project presentation, a handwritten ledger appeared on the screen.

he had accepted – dates, locations,

his mind

drained of color, her world spun in a whirlwind of shock and horror.

murmurs below surged into a tide of

like

that a ledger? Like for bribes?”

right there!

series of secretly taken photographs: Edgar entering exclusive clubs, accepting lavish jewelry, and, more damning

crowd erupted. The media went into

This

it now, they’re out to ruin

They’re political rivals in

do the Bartleys even have this kind of reach? Whoever’s pulling the strings must be

captured Edgar’s every tremble and shiver on stage. Reporters, unsatisfied with mere snapshots, rushed the platform, aiming their mics and cameras like

Gardner! Is everything on

you take bribes? Engage in backdoor dealings?”

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