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.”

Evadne opened her laptop, fingers dancing across the keyboard, green code cascading down

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

“Okay, all set.”

enter key, stretching her fingers, “Let’s just

gently massaged her hand, ready to support her come

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

was giving

while spouses like

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

who had pushed her husband to his current heights. Without the Chambers family’s influence, her father’s support, her careful curating, Edgar would never have climbed so

pride, imagining the day she’d

her, whispers spread like

her, acting high and mighty. You’d think she

she acts as if Edgar’s

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

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

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

Mr. Bartley concluded his speech, the

onto the stage with a commanding presence, his voice booming through the hall. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Congressman Edgar Gardner,

the spotlight and a wave of applause,

was on the verge of standing to clap, her heart swelling with pride. She wanted the world

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the microphone. “I am thrilled to share with you the

and in a heartbeat, his

if a thunderstorm had

of the planned project presentation, a handwritten ledger appeared on the

accepted – dates, locations, amounts both

his mind

from beneath her. Her face drained of color, her world spun in

into a tide of whispers.

like

a ledger? Like

name, right there! Isn’t

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

crowd erupted. The media went into a frenzy.

this? This is some

all this evidence and released it now, they’re out

it be Mr. Bartley? They’re political rivals

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

Reporters, unsatisfied with mere snapshots, rushed the platform, aiming their mics and cameras like

on that screen

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