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

Chapter 222: Meeting The President

"Please wait here, Doctor Athena. The president will call you in shortly."

"He’s in another meeting?" Athena asked the beautiful middle-aged secretary, settling into one of the lush sofas, which she guessed was imported from Italy—the artistry was quite peculiar to the country; elegant, and simple at the same time.

"Yes, with the chief of staff and a few cabinet members..." The secretary replied with a soft smile, staring at Athena longer than necessary.

"Is there a problem, uhm..."

"Joan..." The secretary filled in, smiling more widely.

"Yeah, Joan. Is there a problem?" Athena asked, placing her crocodile leather black laptop bag on her thighs and resting her hands on it.

"Not at all, Doctor Athena. It’s just that I’m a huge fan of yours. I can’t believe I’m seeing you up close..."

Athena raised an eyebrow, not understanding the hype. She wasn’t a musical artist kept away from the people by an excessive amount of guards. If Joan wanted to see her, she only needed to stop by Whitman Hospital.

However, Athena nodded all the same, smiling. It was good to have a fan; it could prove useful sometimes...

"So, the meeting—what’s it all about? Anything related to me?"

Joan pursed her lips, her smile disappearing as she contemplated divulging the president’s business to her role model.

Athena sighed. Maybe not useful... "It’s okay, I shouldn’t have even..."

But Joan shook her head. "It’s okay. It’s nothing much, since you’ll be going in soon. The meeting is about you. The cabinet members in there weren’t entirely pleased that the president wants to meet you personally. They are of the opinion that you should submit your research and laboratory location by force if you refuse to abide by the order willingly."

Athena’s brows shot up in surprise. Here she was, calculating her response if the president demanded her research; she didn’t know there were other influences.

But, to be honest, she had expected this; either from the president or whomever.

ago, she had received more than

people producing the Grey disease first. If not, whatever effort she made would be in vain. All the same, she was working together

her forehead tiredly. She should push that thought aside for now and focus on the meeting with the president. She needed

he easily influenced by those old-timers, seeing as he

Joan, who was still

you let him have it either

head. "It’s too

Mendoza, it was obvious. I think the president should just help out in any way you wish and not stand in your way... Maybe provide more security to track down

smiled thinly. "Thanks for your help and trust, Joan. I hope too that the president will

a text. "Excuse me, Joan," she said, retrieving her phone from her bag. Joan nodded and returned to her work on

heart raced as she saw that

unopened text—she was scared of what she would find

text through Susan’s phone or Susan sending a cry

shook her head and inhaled deeply. "Susan is

Athena, I’m in. And it’s like you suspected, the whole gang is in disarray, probably why they believed me easily when I told them I was Heronica. Meeting Morgan was, to be honest, a bit scary. Even though he is as handsome as depicted in the pictures, he is also as evil. He’s been breaking furniture and appliances since last night, cursing you out and threatening

to answer. Dr. Alvarez really helped out with Heronica’s past and

disarray, it will be a walk in the park for us to come in, take some of the gang members for questioning, and destroy all the

I didn’t hear much, but I did catch a name: Mr. Whitman? Isn’t that Mr. Herbert? What do you think Morgan

there any suspicious movements in the hospital? Well, I’ll be sending you updates. See you soon. And thank you

Susan should stop thanking her for an

Zane’s father? The last time they spoke, Herbert mentioned that he was better health-wise. And when Finn checked, the

activity in the hospital is the presence of those devilish twins! Athena still couldn’t wrap her head around

had been sent by the gang or whomever was sponsoring them?

the chair. All these questions without answers were giving

Aiden and Old Mr. Thorne. They would be moving ahead with

texted them to dig deeper into the presence of the devilish doctors. After doing that, she felt a semblance of

then, the door to the president’s office opened, and a couple of people—Athena counted eight—strolled out of the room. They stopped in their tracks