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.

news early that morning, she had seen the waves her research was making. Only two hours ago, she had received more than fifty emails from different hospitals all over the globe seeking her guidance on how to tackle the

first. If not, whatever effort she made would be in vain. All the same, she was working together with Old Mr. Thorne and Aiden to find

her forehead tiredly. She should push that thought aside for now and focus on

old-timers, seeing as he was most likely placed there by

who was still staring at her as if gauging her

let him have it either way?" The latter

head. "It’s

Mendoza, it was obvious. I think the president should just help out in any way you wish and not stand in your way...

Joan. I hope too that the president will see reason and that Morgan

a text. "Excuse me, Joan," she said, retrieving her phone from her

Athena’s heart raced as she saw that the message

She thought, yet her fingers hovered over the unopened text—she was scared of what she would

text through Susan’s phone or Susan sending

deeply. "Susan is

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

to answer. Dr. Alvarez really helped out with Heronica’s past and all! If not, I would have

Seeing as they are in disarray, it will be a walk in the park for us to come in, take some of the gang members for questioning,

much, but I did catch a

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

stop thanking her for an opportunity that had a fifty percent chance of costing her life. Still...

with Herbert Whitman, Zane’s father? The last time they spoke, Herbert mentioned that he was better health-wise. And when Finn checked, the virus had completely been cleared from the older man’s body.

couldn’t wrap her head around why they

be that they had been sent by the gang or whomever was

chair. All these questions without answers were giving

be on the safe side, though, she picked up her phone and forwarded Susan’s message to Aiden and Old Mr. Thorne.

presence of the devilish doctors. After doing that, she felt a semblance of peace within her. Everything would

couple of people—Athena counted eight—strolled out of the room.