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

Chapter 228: Getting Answers IV

"Not yet." Ewan spoke softly when he saw the lady make an attempt to undress herself.

He maintained the faux-lustful expression, giving her a look over, deliberately lingering on her breasts to give off the impression that he was actually taken by her.

"What’s the matter, handsome?" The lady spoke sultrily, leaning forward, placing her hands on his chest. Her touch was practiced, almost a profession, yet it left Ewan unfazed.

"I need something from you first." Ewan replied, letting the well-manicured hands remain on his chest for the moment. He had no choice.

"And what do you need, handsome?"

"I need information on the outsiders your mother gave lodging to, between yesterday, and this morning." Ewan stated, his eyes narrowed with purpose.

The lady, whom Ewan never bothered to know her name, opened her mouth like an ’O’ and then nodded. "Is that all?"

Ewan nodded curtly.

"That’s nothing then. I thought you were going to tell me to pick a safe word or something... you know..."

Ewan didn’t bother giving wings to that veiled suggestion.

When the lady saw that Ewan was really serious, she shrugged her shoulders, a frown masking her face. "We just had one. Quite old. Said he came to have a taste of the countryside. Though to me, he looks like one that is running. I’m sure he is just here to recoup and then zap away. Aunt says it’s none of our business, that we only have the job to serve the patrons, no matter who they are, so long as they are paying money."

"Can you describe him?" Ewan pressed on, excitement budding within him. Finally!

"Yeah. Average height, blonde hair, sunken eyes, and pale cheeks, a bit robust, was looking rich too, just like you and your friend back at the bar."

Ewan bobbled. That was Zack, quite alright. "So, where is he now? Is he in the inn?"

The lady pouted in response, pressing herself closer to Ewan. Her scent, a mix of cheap perfume and something else indefinable, filled the air.

"Can’t that wait until later, handsome. Look! I’m already ready for you..." She whispered into his right ear, her hand slipping from his chest down to his belly, and then to the...

Ewan held her hand, stopping her movement. He had little tolerance for games, and he had even less tolerance for being toyed with. "Information first. And then we can work it all out as much as you want."

The lady smiled, happy with the deal. "Alright then, as you wish, handsome. He is not currently at the inn."

Ewan held back a sigh of frustration. He was getting impatient.

a therapy class nearby, or whatever he

furrowed his brows. "There’s

echoing in the room. "That we are not as developed like the big cities, doesn’t mean that

exactly know why Zack would

all this information? Did

"That he had a company one time, before the return of a villain whom he hadn’t groomed well, bla bla bla. It was boring so I tuned out,

feeling he just wouldn’t like

if you keep walking straight,

catch up with Zack. "Thank you for the information. Now I have to leave, I have to

about me? You think you can walk out of

she would actually do if he was someone else.

want me to inform the master that you are out here selling stuff, instead

he didn’t want to fight his way out of here—this was

then shut it, not exactly knowing what to say. "That’s a bluff. You must have heard it somewhere. You mentioned you are a visitor, remember?" She bit out

your choice... the easy way or the hard way..." Ewan spoke coldly, bringing

moved away from him, her anger switching to fear. The threat in his tone was as deadly as any weapon. "My aunt mentioned she had

says a lot

and moved away, he knew she got

we cool

her a little. Whatever bond she was having with the boss,

self, and he

empty cup of beer in front of him, and a girl

as they left the bar, walking in the direction that Monty’s niece had given him. The inn’s noises and voices faded

never allergic to girls. I am just only into

that look like Chelsea Statham.

rest of

in the first place. So, it’s easier to give advices on Athena related issues, but

rather walked faster, to

a lot just to hear the story between you two. The almighty Sandro Williams’ taste relegated to a number of women that would just remind him

yourself? Do I need to remind you that

would have loved to continue to taunt the latter, but he left it

sure. The niece gave me directions. Hopefully, she was right when she mentioned that

look at Ewan with a raised eyebrow. "We are walking

his

see you aren’t taking the time seriously, neither are you taking the grace Athena have given you seriously. You seem to want to