Chapter 183: The Fear of the Black Revenger
The news of the Black Revenger’s reappearance spread like wildfire. With her sudden return, the Whitmore–Clifford scandal was reignited across the country. Several fan pages that had once been created during her earlier appearances... pages that had been slowly dying out were now revitalized. It was proof she had never truly disappeared; she had merely been waiting for the second scumbag to strike.
The webcomic based on her exploits, which had gained moderate popularity back then, was reposted and this time went viral. People began requesting a sequel, and the creator announced that a new instalment would be released within days.
Amidst the chaos stirred by the Black Revenger, Eleanor’s plan worked exactly as intended. The scandal involving James and Jennifer reached new, unprecedented heights. Across every platform, they were labelled the ultimate cheating couple.
Back when Eleanor herself had been kidnapped and raped, social media and online news portals hadn’t yet reached the masses. The story was mostly passed around through gossip in the local community, and appeared buried deep within the inner pages of national newspapers. As the Whitmores were only a second-rate family in Manchester, the headlines had stayed small.
Now, however, things were different. The first-rate Clifford family was involved. A sex tape had been leaked. National media pounced. Social media reached every home, and regardless of who they were in real life, everyone became a self-proclaimed judge and executioner online.
The Black Revenger’s appearance shocked the Whitmore family to the core. They could not comprehend how James had lost his leg so easily, without a sound or warning. They were discussing the matter in the private hospital room where Jennifer was receiving post-operative care. She was mostly healed, but the doctors had recommended she remain under observation for another day or two.
The conversation ceased when they heard a knock at the door. William stood and opened it. Bernie Sanders, the man who had recently bought William’s shares in EverBuild, stood outside with a smile plastered on his face and a fruit basket in hand.
"Ah! Mr Sanders. Come in, come in," William said, ushering him inside.
Jennifer and Jeanne subtly adjusted their clothes as they turned to see who it was. William introduced him, "Mr Sanders, this is my wife, Jeanne. And of course, you know my daughter, Jennifer."
Bernie gave a small nod. "Good morning, Mrs Whitmore. Miss Whitmore. Mr Whitmore and I are old acquaintances. I hope you don’t mind my sudden visit."
