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

Chapter 226: Getting Answers II

A significant pause ensued on the other end of the phone after Ewan’s question. Sandro and Ewan exchanged cursory glances, wondering why Zack was taking so long to answer such a simple question.

"Hello... Zack? Why aren’t you speaking—" Ewan scowled when the line cut abruptly.

Sandro furrowed his brow, watching as Ewan glared at the phone hotly, as if the device itself were at fault. "He ended the call?"

"Obviously, Sandro," Ewan huffed, tapping his thighs furiously. Kissing his teeth in frustration, he snatched up the phone and dialed Zack’s number again. This time, it went straight to voicemail.

The sly old man had blocked him! That infidel! That stupid...!

Ewan angrily flung the phone; it hit the car dashboard and fell to the floor unceremoniously while Sandro watched in silence.

The tension in the air was palpable, and Ewan’s frustration radiated throughout the car.

Sensing Ewan’s foul mood, Sandro kept quiet, his mind racing on how they could get hold of Zack—that was the only way he could speak, the only topic he could talk on, without Ewan biting his head off.

"You should go back to the office, handle things there..." Ewan started after a few beats had passed, startling Sandro.

The statement was completely off point! Why would he go back to the office? What about Zack? Sandro wondered, narrowing his eyes.

"My assistant can handle things perfectly well. The system we have put in place has made it possible for the company to thrive without our presence for a couple of days. Besides, we need to locate Zack. Or is there a change of plans?"

Ewan shook his head, a steely resolve hardening his features. "I’ll be going alone. You will be returning to the company. We can’t keep depending on the system. Emergencies can happen at any time."

Sandro shook his head, his face scrunching as he tried to comprehend what Ewan was saying. "Where are you going alone?" He echoed incredulously.

"That should be obvious, Sandro. I’m going to find Zack," Ewan replied, bending down to pick up his phone. Luckily for him, it was still in good condition.

"And how do you plan to do that? You heard the man who bought Zack’s house. Zack has left the country. There are more than a hundred countries in the world. Where are you going to start searching?"

Ewan snorted, his frustration bubbling over. "You’re talking like someone who knows nothing about technology. As for Zack’s location, I’ll contact Spider. He can find that out in a matter of minutes."

Sandro inhaled deeply and exhaled harshly. "Ewan, we talked about this with Zane. We can’t go around sinking our feet back into the murky clay; we can’t keep involving the gang in our business!"

to return to the company! You don’t need to involve yourself!" Ewan’s

don’t need to involve myself? Whatever you’re involved in, I am too! Didn’t you hear my statement earlier about us being joined

interject, but

you. Maybe Zane too." He shifted his gaze to the window. "If you’re reaching out to Spider, do it. We don’t have much time. Remember you

turning to look at his friend. He exhaled tiredly and reclined into the seat, feeling the weight of

of events had forged their friendship. Now, they were inseparable. Ewan never envisioned this outcome when Sandro had triumphantly won him in a drinking game at a birthday party

no time. He hadn’t even bought gift items for his children

would pick up. He didn’t want any returning link to the gang, but the call went to voicemail again. Ewan

my help again?" came the smooth voice from the

inform Spider he wasn’t his boss but thought better of it. Spider was as stubborn

you to track down

it right now? I’m quite tied up

I need it

echoed on the other end. "Don’t worry, boss. I still have pending debts to you. I’ll send you a text in the

And the call ended.

say?" Sandro asked, having been waiting

Ewan to put the call on speaker, but Spider was too sensitive and hated being put on speaker. Somehow, he always found out; Sandro guessed

get back to us in five minutes," Ewan

his head properly against the seat. Five minutes felt

reigned in the car until Ewan’s phone dinged with a

asked, watching Ewan intently as the latter’s eyes scanned

him. Zack is in country

country. "That’s like a two-hour flight. Maybe more.

not sure. But I

it’ll be another thirty-one days until you can see

"But I think I can make

are no delays, Ewan. As you said, there can be emergencies." Sandro pointed

them to prepare the private jet. Let

car’s dashboard, which made Ewan scoff. "Don’t worry; I’ll be careful.

rush, his driving skills were questionable—the car barely survived the ordeal. Still, he opened the