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

Chapter 236: Matters Arising V

"What are we going to do?" Sandro asked after the call ended abruptly.

He walked to one of the guest seats and sat down, his gaze focused solely on Ewan, who appeared lost in deep thought.

"What are we going to do? We don’t dance to his tune, that’s what we’re going to do."

Sandro turned suddenly, a look of surprise flashing across his features—and Ewan’s—when Zane stepped into the office, hands tucked into his front pockets.

Ewan opened his mouth to speak, to argue, then shut it again, conceding the point almost flaring off his tongue. Zane would only do what Zane wanted to do.

However, Sandro wasn’t wired that way.

"Zane, what are you doing here? I clearly overheard Ewan asking you to pick gifts for the children..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Zane sang playfully as he strolled to the second available seat in the office meant for guests. "You heard right. But you see, I would have taken on such a sensitive task for my good friend, but my father didn’t think it was a good idea—just like me."

Sandro and Ewan exchanged furtive glances.

"You told your father about this?"

Zane scrunched his face at Ewan’s question. "I don’t remember you mentioning it was top secret." A pause where he took in the incredulity shining on his friends’ faces. "Was it?"

"You don’t need to act so fed up. My father can keep a secret or two. Anyway, I came here to drag you to the store so you can pick gifts for the children. No way am I getting

mother, Ewan thought, biting his lower lip. If that was really true, then

popped into his mind: It was when Athena had been kidnapped. He had

head, trying to dispel the thought. That was impossible. Of course, he had heard of child prodigies on the internet—children no older than fourteen finishing college with multiple degrees—but his

their mother. He had been deeply unsettled then, being more concerned about Atheba’s

his two friends, who seemed

hasn’t really been listening to our suggestions..."

rose to his feet, donned his coat,

asked, getting to his feet as well.

the question was foolish.

The people downstairs?" Sandro pressed, gesturing

go ahead and get the gifts. It’d mean a lot and contribute to the

of? How? What did he do?" Sandro asked, noticing that Ewan seemed overwhelmed with appreciation and

company, the crowd had reduced drastically... If I had to guess, he utilized

his phone, pausing close to Ewan. "Aha, I said

between them, as if being further away would hinder his

Steeles, and soon enough, the people will have their revenge." A pause ensued as Zane scrolled down the document. "Wow, there’s even a two-week deadline

Isn’t that playing with fire? What if

"Maybe my father has intel on what’s going on. You know he’s