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

Chapter 156: Escape Plan

"Alfonso, this line of yours is getting boring," Old Mr. Thorne started immediately after Alfonso’s fierce declaration.

"Get him out of here. I’m sure the black cells are dying to have him." He said, this time around looking at Eric and Shawn.

The duo, having done their homework on who Old Mr. Thorne was, nodded respectfully and roughly jerked Alfonso’s arms, preparing to drag him away, but Alfonso pulled his weight, refusing to be moved.

Instead, he kept talking. "Since there is a higher chance that Ewan won’t see the light of day tomorrow..."

"Alfonso!" Sandro and Zane echoed at the same time, while Fiona wondered what her father was up to this time around.

A shuffle of feet from the exit door caused everyone to turn aside, their eyes furrowing when they saw Margeret walking in.

Seeing that the guards stationed at the exit had let her in, Athena believed the latter had told them that she wanted to give her husband and daughter her last regards before they were taken away.

But Margeret paused when she noticed that she was the center of attention.

"Did I interrupt something..." She muttered, tad bit scared, but was greeted with no response.

Alfonso swallowed painfully, knowing that the next step in this plan would offend his wife greatly but had no choice but to continue, especially since Athena just called him out.

"You were saying, Alfonso..." Athena had said, folding her arms across her chest.

Alfonso opened his mouth to speak, but Athena still cut him off by raising her hand. She turned to the men carrying Ewan. "Please take him to the hospital. When you get there, ask for Doctor Finn. He will tell you what to do."

The men and Zane nodded before carrying Ewan out of the hall.

Athena quickly sent a text to Finn before turning to Alfonso. "You were saying?"

Alfonso bit his lip, controlling his simmering anger at being treated like a nobody. "I said you can’t confine me now. It’s possible that Ewan could be dead in a few hours’ time..."

"And what is your point exactly, Alfonso? Get to it; we have no time to waste here!"

the moment, a shareholders’ meeting has to be held to determine who will be the acting director for the time being. Since I and Fiona are among that group, we can’t be confined at the moment. We have to

in disbelief. "You want Ewan dead then, to save your asses? What is even your amount of

glared at Old Mr. Thorne. "With Fiona’s shares, it is more than

him as a pawn in their game, it would even be shocking if he

"If you want Ewan to be happy, you have to keep the company afloat. To

"Of course, I might not be the best candidate for that position, but my votes count. And you know Ewan’s rule: all shareholders must be present in the meeting for any voting to take place. No representatives are allowed

how long he had to deal with this scum of the earth. However,

she could—she was a woman of her word—but he didn’t trust the townspeople who had all seen Ewan

it, the shareholders of the company would get wind of the information. It was best

Alfonso?" He finally

"Of course not." He then looked at

few days, at least three; it was ample time for Morgan

will take care of

hearing those words. "What are you

the voting process, right? Then I will make sure of that. But until then..." He turned to his agents. "Take

glance with Fiona. What does

Shawn dragged him out of the hall, with

however, she paused, hissed and spat at the latter. But before she could gloat over the look of shock on Athena’s face as the spittle landed on her right

"How dare you?"

distinctly heard a rageful voice for her senses were still buzzing with static; she couldn’t

at the woman who hadn’t been of any help to her since

Aren’t you ashamed of yourself? Didn’t your mother teach you better?" She heard her

disoriented and still

you train your daughter to be aware that spitting on people

heard the rageful

off your tongue; after all, it’s your hand that

Athena, but her mind was

tried to nod, but her head

but the latter folded his arms nonchalantly, watching