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.”

laptop, fingers dancing across the keyboard, green code cascading down the screen like a digital

was accustomed to his partner’s skills, yet he couldn’t help but admire her, feeling both awe and a touch

“Okay, all set.”

her fingers, “Let’s just wait for the

to support her come hell

atmosphere was tense, filled with

giving a

and business delegates sat at the forefront, while spouses

had clout. But in the political arena, it was a man’s world. She was just

current heights. Without the Chambers family’s influence, her

herself, she sat with haughty pride, imagining the day she’d sit at the front like Mrs. Bartley.

whispers spread like wildfire.

at her, acting high and mighty. You’d think she had eyes on her

as if Edgar’s victory is

family to support Mr. Gardner like a rat pilfering grain. The Chambers family is fed up

Mr. Gardner. Corruption written all over him. If they get power, Elmsworth’s folks will

grapes, envious of her noble birth, her husband’s potential.

speech, the hall erupted in applause.

through the hall. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome

wave of applause, strode

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

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to share with you the exciting future ahead

the big screen, and in a

cheerful expression darkened as if a thunderstorm

presentation, a handwritten ledger appeared on

he had accepted – dates, locations, amounts both large and small, all meticulously recorded.

his

ground had dropped from beneath her. Her face drained of color, her world spun in a

murmurs below surged into a tide of whispers.

look like the project

is that a ledger?

right there! Isn’t that his dirty money?”

secretly taken photographs: Edgar entering exclusive clubs, accepting lavish jewelry, and, more damning still, flanked by two bombshells,

erupted. The media went into a frenzy.

behind this? This is

it

it be Mr. Bartley? They’re political rivals in the upcoming election,

but do the Bartleys even have this kind of reach? Whoever’s

unsatisfied with mere snapshots, rushed the platform, aiming

everything on that screen

you take bribes? Engage

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