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.

actually went for a therapy class nearby,

"There’s a therapist around

lady laughed, her amusement echoing in the room. "That we are not as developed like the big cities, doesn’t mean that we don’t have the basic amenities. It’s

exactly know why Zack would choose this place of all places to rest,

how do you know all this

nodded. "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

asking what she wanted from Zack; he had a feeling he just wouldn’t like the answer. "I see. So, where is

it, if you keep walking straight, after turning left of the inn. Not much far. Actually

he wanted. He needed to leave now if he was going to catch up

throwing her head back. "What about me? You think you can walk out of here without fulfilling a deal to

if he was someone else. Rape him? It sounded funny to him,

so. Or do you want me to inform the master that you are out here selling

ruse would work; he didn’t want to fight his way out of here—this was unknown territory. The situation was

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 after a few beats, fuming with

of things, girl. Now make your choice... the easy way or the hard way..." Ewan spoke coldly, bringing out his phone, donning the countenance that

The threat in his tone was as deadly as any

a lot of

away, he knew she got it. How dare she call

we cool

darting frenzied glances at the door, making Ewan pity her a little. Whatever bond she was having with the boss, whomever that was, must be

under-dressed self,

of beer in front of

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

scoffed. "I am never allergic to girls. I am just only into some types

that look

Ewan... unless you are alone the rest of this

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

rather walked faster, to Ewan’s

The almighty Sandro Williams’ taste relegated to a number of women that would just

you that we need to be done with this, before hurrying home to

Sandro’s impatient words. He would have loved to continue to taunt the latter, but he left it until

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

with a raised eyebrow. "We are walking to a distance that you’re

his shoulders

you aren’t taking the time seriously, neither are you taking the grace Athena have