Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254: Long Night XVIII

Athena watched, her eyes narrowed partly in suspicion and curiosity, as Zane and Sandro retold the events of a few hours ago.

They recounted their roles in the situation, the roles which she had been ignorant about, the parts of the play where they had conveniently left the group out , as if they had their own mission.

Wasn’t anyone else seeing the loopholes in their story? Why wasn’t anyone, including Aiden, asking the right questions? How could they open those secret doors just from reading an ancient text? It was crazier they had the same lies to tell as Ewan!

Listening to Sandro recount the number of gangsters that had come at them from the bushes, attempting to attack, made it clear that no matter what had happened in the past—no matter how much Ewan had messed up regarding her and the children—they remained fiercely loyal to him, more than ever.

She couldn’t help but wonder if there was something deeper tying their loyalty to him. What exactly was the history behind their friendship? What was the true story? How could they have defeated that number of people without the aid of the others?

Yes, she could that in the company of Aiden, but as much as she was aware, Zane and Sandro hadn’t been in the military. And neither had Ewan.

Athena deftly penned that query into her notepad; she would be doing her research today. Thankfully, she didn’t owe Ewan the same grace she had shown to Gianna or Aiden. She had no qualms about digging a little deeper into his past.

After all, hadn’t he done the same for her? Wasn’t that how he knew she had worked for the CIA? She wondered how much he had paid for such a thorough hacker. Or did Spider do him another favor?

Sneaking a glance at Ewan, she saw he was sitting comfortably on one of the sofas—he had moved after their earlier misunderstanding—right beside Old Mr. Thorne. His gaze was fixed solely on Sandro, who was suggesting they check through the rubbles of the burnt hideout, hoping to find more clues.

Athena shook her head before she could help it. "I doubt we will find anything," She began, crossing her legs on the bed. "Ewan and I had to scour through secret doors and rooms to get those loot, and that’s because he was adamant about leaving with them, not minding the issues that had nearly affected his health. And you just mentioned that despite the extra doors you and Zane opened, you found nothing—not even the boxes of drugs."

A pause.

"Of course, it’s obvious that they were aware of our approach, that they tipped off the helicopter, and moved the drugs to another facility. I’m sure of that. So instead of going on a wild hunt, I suggest we make do with what we have. Hopefully, we’ll get more clues as we forge ahead."

Sandro pursed his lips, his hands, which had been clasped, tightening. "Alright then, if that’s what you wish..."

Athena shook her head immediately, her hands raised in a placating gesture. "You know what? Never mind. If you want to check out the rubble, you are free to go. But don’t endanger any of my people."

"I wasn’t planning on using your escort, Athena. I can go alone or maybe take Zane or Ewan with me."

Athena nodded in resignation; there was no changing Sandro’s mind. Well, if he was so determined to waste his time, then... "What time are you going?"

Sandro furrowed his brows, darting a glance at Ewan, who maintained his stoic mask, not ready to dive into hot water with Athena again. Being at odds with her left a bitter aftertaste in his mouth. He couldn’t still believe that she had thought him in cahoots with the gang.

"Today. Probably when the day has broken finally. Of course, I will have to stop by the company first to see how things are progressing with the recent problem..."

"You don’t have to worry about that. I’ve already made some calls..." Old Mr. Thorne spoke up, unclasping his hands from across his chest. "Everything has been absolutely taken care of—the family, compensation benefits, and all that..."

Ewan’s chest rose and fell with gratitude. He turned to face the old man. "Thank you so much... I..." He shook his head. "Thank you."

Old Mr. Thorne nodded slowly. "I have also sent out a mini telegram on the dark web; there is a bounty on Morgan and any members of the Scorpion gang..."