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.

into a thin line as he noticed that Director Alvarez had instantly turned at the sound of fabric against the leather of the expensive chair;

gallantly over to a seat beside Athena and sat down with purpose. Athena chuckled softly, amused by the budding

crawl up your butt, old man?"

whatever happened to the director.

down on the table with a gentle thud.

to greet her. "You always make an entrance. I knew after seeing those criminals

head. "I hope not. You’ll tire of me too

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

old friend. Thank you for finally capturing those criminals. We haven’t

shared a laugh that momentarily broke the

Aiden asked, leaning forward

at all. They’re incredibly tight-lipped. But I’m sure that will change soon with you

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

the case. The intel you’ve received is the current status of things on the ground. This gang is slippery as

in her eyes. "Alright then. We’re ready to interrogate the criminals

walls and thick metal doors.

are in here," Alvarez explained, his voice firm. "Make sure they talk,

the two agents

smirked upon spotting the two criminals seated at a metal table, their hands and legs shackled with heavy

his eyes. Next to him,

almost playful smirk. "You’ll need more than threats to get anything out

look,

not here to play games," Athena

closing the distance in an instant. He delivered

widened in shock, and the pain momentarily stole his breath, but

his voice low and serious. "Or we can make

we’re scared of a little rough stuff? You don’t know who you’re dealing with." She turned to Cole, who maintained a strange smile. "How do you feel, lover

shot back