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

Chapter 224: The Secret Room

For a second, Athena didn’t know what to say or do. She sat, dazed, confused, just watching the president, who had a thin smile on his lips.

Athena immediately felt a surge of anger rise within her, a desperate urge to slap that smile away, to dash the president’s head against the wall. Maybe then, he would take this seriously. Maybe then, he would show his cards, and not keep wasting her time.

Did they put a clown in this seat, or what? She wondered, exhaling softly afterward as she relaxed back into the chair. If he wanted to play rough, then he should play rough. If he wanted to reason with her, well, he should go ahead with that. Why the back and forth? And why did she feel this was all a game to him?

Athena held back from cussing out loud; she hated games—especially those where she wasn’t winning, where she wasn’t the initiator. She pressed her lips tightly together as she watched the president saunter gallantly to his seat, acting as if he had no care in the world, as if he weren’t aware that she was irritated.

She couldn’t help but wish that Gianna had followed her here. Maybe things would be different; her best friend always had a way with people.

"How do you feel, Doctor Athena?"

What now? Athena thought, struggling to hold back a scoff. She didn’t know how long she could keep it in, however, how long she could respectfully remain calm before the highest official in the country.

"I asked you a question, Doctor Athena..." The president continued after a moment of silence.

Yet, Athena said nothing. He thought he could irritate her, push her up against the wall? Well, he should prepare to have a taste of his own medicine.

President or not, she wouldn’t tolerate nonsense!

She smiled widely thereafter, when the president’s jaw slackened for a nano second before it righted itself again, when he realized she was playing the game too.

"I see that’s how you want to play it," He said, nodding his head slowly, before standing up again.

Athena didn’t respond, though she raised an eyebrow when the president smiled.

"You live up to the research, Doc. That’s good; you can hold your own ground. Follow me."

Athena’s brows knitted together as she watched the president walk to the eastern side of his office, where a huge painting of the country’s slogan and history was hanging.

"Aren’t you coming?"

You want to walk straight into a..." Athena paused, looking at the wall, her eyes widening slightly when she

as your friend said," The president

eyebrows furrowed further.

"The answers you seek are on the other side of this

Athena didn’t stand up. She wasn’t about to follow a strange president into nowhere.

will not be harmed. After all, you are the key

me and my cure away so

surprise for a moment before he laughed loudly, holding his belly. Athena thought she had never seen a president so free and

think I’m behind the Gray disease?"

Athena replied, finally getting to her

to Aiden. He would

Let’s see the

the wall. Tapping some spaces on the surface, which would look ordinary to a bystander, he pushed the painting to the right. As

a hallway emerge—neat and well-lit. "Well, who would have thought there was a secret passage in the presidential office?" She mused as she stepped into

I don’t want to be interrupted, nor do I want any case of

to that. She rather looked around the secret passage, amazed at the

Very soon, she would meet the

into a wide space, a larger office more akin to a boardroom,

these are secret

president shook his head. "All except one. There

gone south at the hospital." Athena walked straight to the man who stood as she approached, offering him a

to see you here, Athena. I see the

shook her head.

clad in black suits—who were seated around the table—to greet them, when she stopped short, her jaw dropping

grip tightened on her bag as a wave of betrayal washed over her. "Wha..." She shook her head in disbelief, especially when Aiden said nothing to her,

turned to the president. "When you mentioned my friend, that was

"Yes, but..."

he doing here?" Athena cut in sharply, her emotions flaring. "Since when has he been

tried to recall any time Aiden had let it slip that he was working with

with pain gripped her heart. He knew almost everything about her, if not everything. He knew the location of the lab and how her research worked, to an extent. Since when had he