Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 299

Chapter 299: A Pick-Up

"Gianna!!"

Gianna’s eyes lit up at the sight of her friend.

She beamed, her smile wide as she waved her hands vigorously, excitement bubbling within her. She walked briskly, the polished tiles of the terminal shining under the bright evening light, as she approached Chelsea.

The tall, striking figure of Chelsea stood near a busy arrival area, her oversized sunglasses perched atop her nose, reflecting the vibrant atmosphere around them.

As Gianna drew closer, her laughter erupted as she took in Chelsea’s ensemble—a ridiculous gray pair of pants that seemed to be two sizes too big paired with a black oversized sweatshirt that sported a quirky portrait of Michael Jackson.

The portrait was more cartoonish than realistic, further complemented by a pair of sleek headphones draped around her neck like an accessory fresh off a runway.

Next to her sat a vibrant, cartoonish backpack adorned with stickers, as well as a trusty trolley that looked like it had traveled more than a few adventures with Chelsea. She looked less like a sophisticated traveler and more like an overzealous fan pulling together an eclectic look for a concert.

"Don’t you think you went a bit overboard with this disguise?" Gianna teased, a giggle escaping her lips as she embraced Chelsea.

The two rocked side to side as if they were teenagers enjoying a long-awaited reunion.

"Well, I’m not with the fierce Areso, and I don’t have any bodyguards hanging around me... and honestly, I just want to go home and rest... Not in the mood for some fans fanning...Where’s Athena? I thought she’d be coming with you..." Chelsea inquired, her sharp eyes darting around the terminal, searching for any sign of Athena amidst the throng of travelers rushing to their own destinations.

"She’s busy with some stubborn patients... you know how her work is..." Gianna replied, giving a slight shrug while she grabbed the handle of her trolley and the bag.

"Hey! I can carry that!" Chelsea protested with a playful pout, her finger pointing at the backpack, but Gianna quickly shifted away from her grasp, shaking her head in light-hearted defiance.

"I can see the tired lines around your face... just rest up, will you? I’m not complaining about carrying your stuff. The car is just over there." Gianna insisted, gesturing toward a sleek black vehicle parked in a more exclusive section of the terminal parking lot.

The car gleamed under the sun, its polished exterior reflecting the hustle and bustle around it.

Chelsea’s expression changed, her curiosity piqued. "A new car?" She asked, momentarily forgetting any silly grievances against Athena.

Gianna bit her lip, shaking her head as she felt a rush of nerves. "I borrowed it from a friend. Mine has some issues,"

Chelsea’s face twisted into a playful smirk. "Wow, you can drive it?"

Gianna let out a nervous laugh that didn’t go unnoticed by Chelsea. "Nope. My friend will be driving us today."

As they walked side by side toward the car, a flurry of curiosity stirred within Chelsea. Who was this friend? What kind of person made Gianna so nervous?

Had Gianna finally entered a romantic relationship without alerting the group?

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Chelsea’s musings were abruptly halted when she halted immediately, her ears catching a booming, familiar voice drifting through the air as Gianna opened the door to the back seat and dumped her backpack onto the far edge of the seat.

The unmistakable voice resonated with her as if it were an echo from a distant nightmare.

Could it be? No. She shook her head vigorously, refusing to entertain the possibility. Gianna wouldn’t do this to her; she knew how much Chelsea detested even hearing the name of the male who had wreaked havoc in her life without so much as an apology.

She had never shared the specifics of that fateful night with her friends, and she certainly didn’t intend to start now. The memories were too raw, the pain too fresh.

Trying to calm her fraying nerves, Chelsea inhaled deeply, steeling herself. She observed as Gianna left the door ajar and strolled to the back of the car to stow away the trolley.

Shouldn’t the boyfriend have helped her friend instead of leaving her to struggle?

Frustrated yet determined, Chelsea slid into the car, ready to confront the driver and give him a piece of her mind.

However, the moment she settled into the back seat and raised her head to confront him, the words dried up in her throat.

The man seated in the driver’s seat was the spitting image of her past tormentor, a doppelgänger that made her heart race in fear and anger all at once.

What?! How could two people look so much alike?

She took in the sight of the man—dark sunglasses shielding his eyes, a heavy black coat enveloping him despite the balmy weather, and an array of rings adorning his fingers as they gripped the steering wheel with unyielding tension.

No. Not Sandro.

Worse, tattoos curled around his broad fingers. Sandro never had a tattoo.

But she couldn’t deny that the black hat perched atop the male’s head added to the intimidating aura he exuded.

A gangster?

Was Gianna nervous to make introductions because this guy was somehow connected to the underworld?

Chelsea snorted softly to herself in disbelief. Surely Gianna should know better; she wasn’t nearly as judgmental as Athena could be.

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