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

Chapter 182: At The Headquarters II

When Athena walked into the office followed by Aiden, Director Alvarez was on another call.

Seizing the opportunity, Athena took a moment to scan the upgrades that had transformed this once-drab office into something impressive.

The large wooden oak table stood out, a far cry from the flimsy, non-quality pieces they had used before. Instead of a ceiling fan, a sleek air conditioning unit hummed in the background, keeping the room at a comfortable temperature.

Cabinets lined the walls, functional and neatly organized, while plush seats provided comfort for long meetings. In one corner, a running mill and weights were stashed alongside freshly laundered towels, hinting at a more health-conscious atmosphere.

The organization is really seeing a lot of money now. Athena thought, genuinely happy for the progress. It surely made the work easier for everyone. Maybe if they had this upgrade years ago, they would have conquered their challenges much sooner.

Her eyes drifted over to the director, who stood near one of the glass walls, speaking politely into the phone. He looked like a submissive rat, a striking contrast to the assertive figure she remembered.

Athena’s brow furrowed. When did he start acting this way? The director had always been the epitome of determination, eager to do justice and relentless in his pursuits. Now, he seemed subdued, almost timid.

She would have said that perhaps old age had humbled him, but he was only about forty-five years old—not old at all.

"Should we take a seat?" She whispered to Aiden, who was still observing the director.

"I don’t know," Aiden replied, a hint of hesitation in his voice. "He could be in one of his moods and bark if we do that..."

Athena’s eyes widened slightly in disbelief, recalling when such worries had been nonexistent. They had laughed, danced, and even celebrated victories in this very room. Why the sudden strictness toward Aiden, one of the founders of the organization?

"Aiden, we are higher-ups! Did you forget?" She pressed.

He shook his head. "I didn’t forget, but things have changed around here—especially the director."

Was it because of the money entering? Athena pondered. Were external influences affecting their operations now?

If not, why wasn’t the director investing in stopping the artificially-created disease that threatened their city? She huffed and walked to the nearest plush seat, plopping down with annoyance and defiance.

instantly turned at the sound of fabric against

walked gallantly over to a seat beside Athena and sat down

crawl up your butt, old

"I just hate whatever happened to the director. It’s like the

phone down on the table with a gentle thud. He glanced at the two of them, a mix of irritation and surprise evident

his lips. He extended his hand to greet her. "You always make an entrance. I knew after seeing those criminals that I would be

"I hope

laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. "I don’t think you’ll

you for finally capturing those criminals. We haven’t had the privilege of keeping one alive while they

shared a laugh that momentarily broke the tension in

pleasure, Director Alvarez. Have they started speaking?" Aiden asked, leaning forward in his seat, his body

They’re incredibly tight-lipped. But

there anything we should know about the gang? With all these equipment upgrades,

as he weighed his response. "Sadly, that’s not the case. The intel you’ve received is the current status of things on the ground. This gang

cold glint in her eyes. "Alright then.

lined with reinforced glass walls and thick metal doors. A heavy guard stood watch outside as

in here," Alvarez explained, his voice firm. "Make sure they talk, by any means necessary. I’ll

two

two criminals seated at a metal table, their hands and legs shackled with

the corner of his eyes. Next to

us talk?" Heronica challenged, noticing Athena’s almost playful smirk. "You’ll need more than threats to

look, an unspoken

to play games,"

delivered a sharp punch across Cole’s face, the

momentarily stole his breath, but he quickly regained his

voice low and serious. "Or we can make things a lot

"You think we’re scared of a little rough stuff? You don’t know who you’re dealing with." She turned

He shot back with