Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321: Finding Morgan XI

Good friend.

Ewan wasn’t utterly satisfied with the term, now aware of his feelings for the amazing, gorgeous woman whose head rested on his shoulder, but he could take it because he knew that it was more than someone in his condition could ever hope for.

From friend to good friend. That was progress in his books.

Maybe if the universe would show him mercy as it had done today—in their capture of Morgan—he would be promoted, from good friend, to maybe, boyfriend?

He licked his lower lip, his eyes moving to the window, watching the houses they kept passing as they moved toward Connor’s residence; following steadily behind the black van where Morgan and his little crew of two had been kept.

"So, tell me about Philemon... your history with him. I’ve heard of his gang, but talk to me about the deeper things."

A pause, where Athena wetted her lips, yet didn’t move from her position—a position she was aware she enjoyed.

"Seeing as he knows your identity, where many do not, are you not at risk?"

"No, I’m not," Ewan replied, not taking his eyes away from the window. "He knows better than to spill the secret. No matter how tough he looks, he is wise enough to know that I have the upper hand against his gang... well, he thinks that I am still head of the Demon Vipers gang."

Athena frowned. "I’m not following. The handover wasn’t known even in the underworld? So if, let’s say, your successor were to let the cat out of the bag—maybe at a drinking party—your identity will be exposed and ruined?"

"Well, it makes sense, your statement, I mean, but my successor is sworn to an oath to keep his mouth shut, seeing as my name moves the business more than his or my predecessors. The other gangs tremble when they hear my name."

Athena rolled her eyes. "Yeah, you really made your mark in the underworld. Parents used your name as a monster scare for their children when they misbehaved. I know because mine did..."

A pregnant pause.

"Do you miss that lifestyle? The thrill and all?" Athena knew how sometimes she wished for the thrill that came with going on missions—especially spy ones—so she would understand if Ewan answered in the affirmative.

But to her amazement, Ewan replied, "No."

"I joined the gang out of necessity. But business... that’s something I have a knack for, something I have always loved. Maybe because I was groomed to take over from a young age. Yet, I have a knack with numbers."

Athena could understand too. Her children were enough proof, seeing as they had the business sense to run KN Media.

"About a previous statement of yours, where you talked about me taking down your former gang..."

"Spider tells me of the recent atrocity they are indulging in, and the fact that they would have worked with the producers of the Grey disease—if Morgan hadn’t stepped in slyly and taken the contract," Ewan commented, guessing where Athena’s statement was heading.

Athena furrowed her brows, remembering Philemon’s statement about Morgan, about the latter always touching a lion’s tail, and sighed. That was surely true.

But it was good it wasn’t Ewan’s gang she was dealing with at the moment. It might have been more complicated.

"So, seeing as your former gang knows about this contract, does it mean that your successor might know the person behind this madness?"

Ewan tsked. "Spider checked. But the message in the dark web, was from a private number he couldn’t track."

Athena was gobsmacked. This was the second case where Spider had failed to do his job, not because of incompetence, but because he was outmatched.

Her mind’s wheels started spinning again, at a wild rate.

"Ewan..."

"Yes," Ewan answered after a lengthy pause, where he had been waiting for Athena to continue speaking, and Athena was waiting for him to respond to her.

"What if... I’m just saying..." She paused again, licking her lip.

"What if the person behind your parents’ death is behind the Grey disease? What if the person is using the same hacker—a hacker that Spider can’t seem to defeat?"

There was a tense silence that kicked up then, enveloping these two, making them unaware of their environment to an extent—or the fact they were at Connor’s place already, with their accomplices in front waiting for their order.

"That’s... a strange... deduction," Ewan muttered, even as he contemplated the matter.

"Maybe you should ask Spider. Surely, there must be some patterns he can see between the two hacks—maybe he can notice some similarities..."

’He is Heron, Morgan’s right-hand man. Don’t blame yourself, old man. We all fell for his tricks. By the way, I hope you’re getting better... let’s catch up over coffee sometime."

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