Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

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.

"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? | 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, | 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, | chere to drag you to the store so you can pick gifts for the children. No

way am | getting caught up in their trouble radar. | 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 tellsEwan 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."

"What about the company? The people downstairs?" Sandro pressed, gesturing to the stacks of papers strewn

across the table.

"Don’t worry about it. My father has already taken care of things. He mentioned you should go ahead and get the

gifts. It'd mean a lot and contribute to the healing journey for both you and the kids." Zane cut in.

"Taken care of? How? What did he do?" Sandro asked, noticing that Ewan seemed overwhelmed with

appreciation and unable to speak.

Zane shrugged, walking toward the door. "I'm not exactly sure. But when | arrived at the company, the crowd

had reduced drastically... If | had to guess, he utilized the power of the media..."

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone, pausing close to Ewan. "Aha, | said it... According to this..."

Sandro covered the distance between them, as if being further away would hinder his ability to hear.

"The security forces of the country have ctogether to annihilate the evil that is Morgan Steeles, and soon

enough, the people will have their revenge." A pause ensued as Zane scrolled down the document. "Wow,

there's even a two-week deadline for achieving the goal."

Sandro frowned. "Why would they do that? Isn't that playing with fire? What if they can’t deliver?"

Zane shrugged again. "Maybe my father has intel on what's going on. You know he’s in government..."

Sandro had nothing to say this time. He glanced at Ewan, who now seemed lost in thought, likely ruminating on

what he would buy for the twins.

"So, what are we going to do about Morgana?" Sandro asked.

"We'll talk about it with Athena when we get to her place. You both are coming with me?" Ewan spoke before

Zane could interject with another suggestion.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

The responses cin unison.

"But do you think she’ll want to discuss Morgan with you?" Zane asked skeptically.

Ewan pressed his lips together at the question. "I'm not sure," He finally admitted. "But apart from the twins,

Morgan is the common ground between us. Since he has attacked my company, I'm sure there’s a space for us

to put our heads together and resolve this issue once and for all."

"You know she might not need your help with Morgan, in fact, she might deny the collaboration..."

Sandro nudged Zane roughly on the shoulder. "Stop being pessimistic. Let's take it one step at a time. When we

get to that bridge, we'll cross it."

As they walked out of the office and into the elevator, Ewan hoped that Athena would agree to work with him,

would include him in her plans. Because surely there must be a solid strategy for eradicating Morgan from their

lives... Athena was too meticulous.

Of course, he could easily call on his old gang for help, or utilize the connections he had with slegalistic

services, to do away with Morgan for daring to threaten his company. It could all be done with just a snap of his

fingers, but he wanted Athena...

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