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

Chapter 427: Party Time VI

"Athena, down!" Old Mr. Thorne whisper-yelled, aghast when his granddaughter attempted to just stroll past the bend, toward the hall used for the party.

Athena, battling with sharp rage, huffed but sank down, her knees almost touching the gravel, close to her grandfather, whom she thought was sturdier than he looked. Her lips twisted with frustration as she clenched her jaw.

"You can’t act out in rage, Athena... that seems to be a flaw to work on... the shootout is still going on, and you are not bulletproof."

And neither are our guests, Athena thought worriedly, her eyes narrowing with a mix of fear and fury.

As much as she had tried to make the party go without upheaval, it had still happened, and it grated on her nerves so much. Her kids were there! Everyone—including her friends!

"What do we do?" she asked tensely, turning to her grandfather, who was hunkered low like she was, peering at the hall in question. There was no one outside, not even servants.

It seemed in the minutes she had gone out for a small talk with her grandfather, the gang—it could only be them—had infiltrated the house and commandeered everyone into the hall.

Yet how was that possible, with the top-tier security in the mansion? Or had the security details relaxed their hands because of the party, which extended hospitality even to them?

Her fists clenched, knuckles shining white as the images of her children flashed across her mind. Kael—whoever he thought he was—would pay for this.

And where was Ewan? Had he returned? Was he with Victoria?

Disgust appeared and remained in her eyes, even as she followed her grandfather, crouching low as they moved forward.

"We should stop behind the flowers and survey around. And don’t get up to stroll, no matter what..." Old Mr. Thorne whispered, eyes sharp.

"But, Grandpa..."

stroll in. They might just be holding people hostage so that they can trap you... they might shoot you on sight, as you are the main

wonder how the old man could remain calm,

backyard, moving slowly toward the front,

gestured forward again, and they moved carefully, cutting through the ledge slowly. They

leaned their heads out and turned left, they

outside, guns in hand, fully armed—but they

course, Old Mr. Thorne thought grimly, they couldn’t let a gun battle happen with the number of people inside the hall. But what

his deduction that Athena was the

me... imagine his prideful walk when people’s lives are in danger, with his girlfriend behind..." Athena muttered bitterly,

his lips pressing into a thin line when he saw Ewan

worried, her fidgeting stance and wringing hands

of their minds maybe, but he is outside..." Athena’s voice cracked

firmly. "I watched him leave the hall alone... and we both know Victoria to be cunny. We know what she wants... let’s

the plea in his voice, her nostrils flaring. She bit back a scoff when Victoria tried stopping Ewan from

into the hall, leaving a worried-looking Victoria outside, Athena realized with a jolt that Ewan had just walked into a hall where sporadic shootings were going on—sporadic shots hitting the

her feet in a swift

have to get a closer look," she said as a manner of explanation, her

his head, and reluctantly got to his feet. He followed her as she came out of hiding, both

immediately shook their heads in unison, their faces grim, while Victoria

away from the open entrance

she noted. She beckoned on one of them,

boots crunching softly against the gravel. "They are here for you, ma’am," he said quickly, his tone respectful but