Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 143: The Court Case VI

"Everyone, please open your phones. Go to your chat list and tap a contact..." Athena instructed after thanking the young man and gesturing for him to return to his seat.

"Now, check the contact’s name. Did you see any phone number right beneath it?"

A chorus of "no" and shaking heads echoed throughout the room. Ewan even checked his own phone.

"But look at mine..." Athena said, pointing at the projector board. "My number is right there underneath. As you all can see, that obviously doesn’t happen! But Ewan was so desperate to see me painted as unfit to be a mother that he believed a simple design page that could easily be created using any graphic design app."

Athena chuckled softly, shaking her head in disbelief. "But that’s not all."

Ewan and Fiona immediately perked up as Athena, now in possession of Fiona’s phone, navigated past the pictures and headed straight for the real chat list.

Panic surged within Fiona, prompting her to leap to her feet. "Stop her!" She shouted, her eyes flashing wildly. "She’s invading my privacy!"

Alfonso, stoking the flames of chaos, turned to Elder Timothy, who seemed more curious than concerned about what Athena was uncovering in Fiona’s phone. "Are you really not going to intervene, Chief? Isn’t this against our rules and regulations regarding phone privacy?"

Elder Timothy huffed in annoyance, commanding Athena to halt her actions. "What are you searching for, Doctor Athena?"

"I’m looking for who sent the real pictures..." Athena replied, shrugging her shoulders. She unplugged Fiona’s phone from the laptop and handed it to the latter; as Fiona had surged forward earlier, totally prepared to fight to have her phone back before Athena went through it.

"However..." Athena continued as Fiona returned to her seat, "I came prepared."

Fiona staggered slightly at this declaration, before sinking into her chair forlornly.

unclenching his fists. Fiona had truly played him for a fool. What else had

into her bag

recognized it. How had Athena gotten her hands on that? It should be

the two friends of Fiona, who mysteriously died before they could be taken to prison— for stealing Old Mr. Thorne’s necklace and attempting to

rippled through the

was none. She inhaled deeply to calm herself and mask her agitation, but it wasn’t

scratching her inner palm intensely, indifferent to the pain that rose up consequentially. As a matter of fact,

pounded as Athena connected

wasting any time, Athena accessed the chat list. Fiona’s chat was pinned,

a deceased person, Fiona focused on the gathered crowd, silently praying that her late friend had

do we have here..." Athena cooed, opening the chat. "It seems there’s additional evidence..." She said, highlighting

Athena is going too far? She’s treating

men will give you the poison. Hurry up if you want my Louis Vuitton

Fiona was also behind the poisoning scheme." Athena remarked with feigned surprise,

at him with pity during the party? Anger burned within him, and the throbbing in his head intensified. Fiona... he ground

she couldn’t leave her seat; the council rules forbade it. There was no

looking for some pictures..." Athena said nonchalantly, scrolling through the chats as if the poisoning

hall buzzed

too, unable to fathom that her daughter might

the incriminating

who I just saw at the hotshot

Fiona: "Who?"

"Your fiancé. He’s having dinner with Athena! Are