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."

ungracefully onto the floor, coughing, but got up just as fast, dusting invisible

me, Ewan. If not, you would have a hard time explaining the death of more than a

pause, more dusting off. "It’s not too late though, to carry out the massacre. We just want the doctor. The

"My kids, you mean..."

grace to look nervous when Ewan stepped

charge, even in situations like this. He could never understand it—just as he had never understood why their boss had handed the

was in

shoulders, jaw tight,

me have

yet again, a strangled cry tearing from his throat. He collapsed in a heap on the floor before he

head, tense, but Ewan didn’t flinch. Instead, he bent down slowly, deliberately, to look

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

sharp grin. "Do you think me weak, Kael? That being in business has sucked out my

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

softly, noting the man’s mouth opening and closing like a

Ewan straightened, his eyes flicking up, not

their guns at

swept the men, daring anyone to test

criminals exchanged uneasy glances. They hadn’t seen someone talk to their boss this way—destabilize him this way. Whoever this man was, he

their boss for their next commands. But Kael was still gasping for air, struggling, sweat running down his

the old members when you came to power, eh Kael..." Ewan

Kael’s lips,

been a long while since