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

Chapter 25: Bad To Worse

Ewan was absorbed in thoughts until the beep from the coffee machine went off.

With renewed focus, he collected the ready cups of hot black coffee and briskly walked to his home office—where he and Sandro had spent the whole night in, working and trying to find a way out of the pit Athena and Zane had dug for him.

Ewan relaxed his hold on the cups when their hot temperature became unbearable on his knuckles.

Once he handed a cup to Sandro, his assistant bowed his head in appreciation.

He continued to watch, appeased thereafter, when Sandro let out a happy sigh after a sip of the coffee.

"You still make the best coffee, Ewan. The only unfair thing is that you won’t show me how to do it."

Ewan chuckled softly. "Not me. Not any special recipe. It’s just the quality of the machine."

Sandro scoffed and shook his head. "Your new lie? The last time, you mentioned it was magic transferred from your lineage."

Ewan laughed, the hurt in his chest abating a little.

Not giving Sandro a response, he sat down near his friend, in between a pile of documents.

Just then he heard movements in the house.

Fiona must be back from wherever she had gone to. He thought, picking a file.

But he didn’t actually care to know where she had been. He wasn’t ready for her tantrums this early morning. He wanted to resolve this matter first.

About last night, he knew he had gone overboard grabbing her by the neck like that.

Whatever her shortcomings, she was a woman, and he shouldn’t have manhandled her. His mother wouldn’t be proud of him now.

He sighed, and picked another file, noting somewhere in his mind to get her something lovely today.

For at one time in this life, she had been his savior, hence the reason he was alive today.

Thirty minutes into resolving the issues Ewan thought Athena had kick-started, he noticed a pattern with a particular press company.

press company?

the system, and shook his

Sandro? Do you

I didn’t

his eyebrows.

that had released the article of the hacking in our company then. Remember that we had suspected a spy in our midst, and had fired a lot, even without evidence. Yet we never did find out how the press company had gotten the intel; we never found

rested on the wall,

I found out was that the press company had no physical location—only an online presence—and they have a huge following. I also found out that they

A pause.

no report on their workers, backgrounds, or whatever. Once, I even hired hackers to break into their system, but they couldn’t get past the surface. They had met a blockage of sorts, and a warning." Sandro

of news, and it’s the reason why we can’t totally buy the silence of other press companies. All those I met and

his fists on the hard floor, causing Sandro’s chest to ache; he wasn’t ready for his

leaving my life to chance. You know I have never been that kind

But there was no

same moment, Ewan received

please don’t waste my time, get straight to

sat up straight, and gestured that the phone be

Ewan obliged.

sir, I won’t waste your time. The latest update is that the hackers contacted us. They are demanding money to stop the matter, to clear the rubbish,

and Sandro exchanged furtive glances. This could only mean that

explain a

are

A pause.

The money must

asking for two

thick silence descended in the

males in the room, and the third male on the other side of the phone. It lasted for a

dollars? That would create significant damage to the

with shock and anger at the turn of

Sandro, but they threatened to hack into our storage unit

were going from bad to worse. The only way to

patch the call to