Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 26

Chapter 26: An Advice

Ewan watched absentmindedly as the butler kept a tray of cookies and tea on the table.

Opposite him was Zane’s father, Herbert, reading a newspaper.

Ewan didn’t bother to ask how the older man had gotten his hands on today’s paper, when it was barely six a.m. The man had his ways.

What grasped his attention however, was the headlines of the first page.

’Ewan Giacometti at the brink of deterioration?’

Ewan balled his fists. If the news was already on papers, then everyone in the city would see it soon, everyone would know of his incompetence.

His fists flexed and then relaxed. At this rate he won’t be surprised if his heart gave up on him.

He let himself inhale and exhale softly. This too shall pass away.

Then he continued checking out the paper. It was in the process that he discovered the owners of the paper. It was the KN press!

Why has he never seen the paper before? He wondered, taking note of the special effects of the pages and the quality of its paper.

It was unlike whatever paper he had seen and read. How come he has never seen it, not to mention read it, before?

"How did you get this paper, Uncle Herbert?"

Herbert peered at Ewan from the apex of the paper.

He held Ewan’s gaze for a while, and then shook his head. "Ewan, you really have to undo whatever wrong you did."

Ewan stifled his response. He hadn’t done anything wrong!

Herbert closed the papers and kept it close to him. "The papers are rarely available. But whenever it is, they are distributed to the company’s subscribers."

Ewan couldn’t help the widening of his eyes. "Subscribers? What does that mean?"

He has never heard of subscribing to a newspaper. Blog, yes! But not newspapers! How’s that even created?

"It means that some slots are created every month for whoever wants to join the subscription—for people who are not satisfied with their online website. Those, whose requests are accepted, are sent copies in the morning, whenever there’s a release."

Ewan wondered if he had been under a rock all this while. How could he not have known about this opportunity?

Did Sandro know about this? He didn’t think so. But he would have to ask.

"Who delivers the papers? Isn’t it too early?"

Herbert bent forward and took a cookie from the plate, also collecting a cup of sweetened tea. "No one knows. We just see the paper at our doorstep."

Ewan’s hand suspended in the air—he had been about to collect a cookie from the plate. He hated too much mystery. "And no one has dared to stay on the watch?"

Herbert bit into his cookie. "No one knows when they are coming. They are very secretive. But I heard a gossip once, of a certain rich man who had studied their arrival patterns, and had set up watches for them for an entire week..."

Herbert paused, and took a sip from his cup.

"And then?" Ewan asked, when Herbert showed no sign of continuing the story.

"He did see them, the delivery agents, but he never spoke about it, not after his company went under. No one else bothered to do the same after that. We just renew our subscriptions and collect our papers whenever they come."

That was the full confirmation Ewan needed. The company was surely working hand in hand with the hackers.

Ewan ate a biscuit, but it won’t go down. He drank tea, to help the swallow process. He was restless. This situation was perilous.

"So, you don’t know them? You don’t have much information on them?"

Herbert shook his head. "As I said, they are mysterious."