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

Chapter 428: Party Time VII

"I ask again, Kael... did you come with proof?" Ewan demanded, his voice caustic, ignoring Kael’s question as he bit down on the anger simmering at the surface.

His jaw flexed, nostrils flaring. How dare this idiot come here? How dare he come and terrify his family, their guests?

Who did he think he was? Has he forgotten the terror that came with Wolfsbane? Or was Kael thinking that that side of him was gone with the affairs that came with the corporate world?

Kael barked a laugh in response to Ewan’s question, a mocking laugh, looking at his men who carried their guns on their shoulders, and then at the entire hall riddled with bullets.

All the guests were safe, but they shook like leaves, pressed into corners, their eyes wide with fear.

"No. But that’s why—"

Before Kael could complete the statement, Ewan’s fist shot out like lightning. He threw a hard punch straight at Kael’s mouth. The crack echoed across the hall stopping everyone short, every thought short.

Kael staggered back, blood smearing the corner of his lip, shock flashing in his eyes.

The crowd gasped. Even Kael’s men froze in disbelief.

Before they could even think of shooting Ewan, of retaliating, he already had their leader in a chokehold, his arm tight against Kael’s throat.

Kael’s eyes bulged, hands clawing at Ewan’s grip, yet his finger gesture stopped his men from shooting. His lips twisted in pain.

"I told you to come with proof..." Ewan smiled, but it wasn’t warmth—it was coldness, contempt. His eyes gleamed with a darkness that made the guests around shiver even more, slithering deeper into their spots.

"Now, my friend, you will pay for this. Every drop of this disobedience will be accounted for. You wanted war? Congratulations—you have it."

fell ungracefully onto the floor, coughing, but got up just as fast, dusting invisible particles off his white shirt and shorts, his pride bleeding

explaining the death of more than a hundred guests." His tone

though, to carry out the massacre. We just want the doctor. The good old doctor... or we leave

"My kids, you mean..."

grace to look nervous when Ewan stepped toward him again, slow, deliberate, like a predator stalking

was older than Ewan, yes, but somehow the younger man always had a way of being in charge, even in situations like this. He could never understand it—just as he had never understood why their boss had handed the gang over to Ewan at

was in

jaw tight,

me have your ex-wife. I

fast again, striking him right at the solar plexus. Kael’s eyes bulged yet again, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. He collapsed in a heap on the

guns at Ewan’s head, tense, but Ewan didn’t flinch. Instead, he bent down slowly, deliberately, to look the gasping fellow in the

Doctor Athena, and await your reward for this mess you have caused. I don’t care who your sponsor is, but you should have known better than to

grin. "Do you think me weak, Kael?

breath ragged, his body shaking as he tried to drag in air. But inside,

to say?" Ewan mocked softly, noting the man’s mouth opening and

Ewan straightened, his eyes flicking up, not surprised to see Athena stepping in with

of Kael immediately raised their guns at her,

Ewan muttered coldly, rising to his feet. His eyes swept the men, daring anyone to test him. "Unless you want to answer to your boss

boss this way—destabilize him

looked to their boss for their next commands. But Kael was still gasping for

members when

Kael’s

it’s been a long while since he’s been