Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 236

Chapter 236: Matters Arising V

"What are we going to do?" Sandro asked after the call ended abruptly.

He walked to one of the guest seats and sat down, his gaze focused solely on Ewan, who appeared lost in deep thought. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

"What are we going to do? We don’t dance to his tune, that’s what we’re going to do."

Sandro turned suddenly, a look of surprise flashing across his features—and Ewan’s—when Zane stepped into the office, hands tucked into his front pockets.

Ewan opened his mouth to speak, to argue, then shut it again, conceding the point almost flaring off his tongue. Zane would only do what Zane wanted to do.

However, Sandro wasn’t wired that way.

"Zane, what are you doing here? I clearly overheard Ewan asking you to pick gifts for the children..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Zane sang playfully as he strolled to the second available seat in the office meant for guests. "You heard right. But you see, I would have taken on such a sensitive task for my good friend, but my father didn’t think it was a good idea—just like me."

Sandro and Ewan exchanged furtive glances.

"You told your father about this?"

Zane scrunched his face at Ewan’s question. "I don’t remember you mentioning it was top secret." A pause where he took in the incredulity shining on his friends’ faces. "Was it?"

Ewan flung his hands up in frustration, and Zane chuckled knowingly. "You don’t need to act so fed up. My father can keep a secret or two. Anyway, I came here to drag you to the store so you can pick gifts for the children. No way am I getting caught up in their trouble radar. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but those kids are smarter than their age."

Just like their mother, Ewan thought, biting his lower lip. If that was really true, then they were likely geniuses.

A furrow creased his forehead as a memory suddenly popped into his mind: It was when Athena had been kidnapped. He had stopped at her place for a debriefing and seen the twins operating the system.

Could it be? Ewan shook his head, trying to dispel the thought. That was impossible. Of course, he had heard of child prodigies on the internet—children no older than fourteen finishing college with multiple degrees—but his twins were still in lower grade school.

He paused, recalling distinctly that he had seen them handling the system as if they were tracking their mother. He had been deeply unsettled then, being more concerned about Atheba’s safety, but he had noticed them.

Ewan exhaled, confused, drawing the attention of his two friends, who seemed to have been discussing something before his interruption.

"Something tells me Ewan hasn’t really been listening to our suggestions..." Zane remarked.

Ewan didn’t bother denying Zane’s deduction; instead, he rose to his feet, donned his coat, and headed toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Sandro asked, getting to his feet as well. Zane followed suit.

Ewan frowned, as if the question was foolish. "I’m going to pick gifts for my children."