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

Chapter 245: Long Night IX

"So, Ewan, how is it going with the company and the fire outbreak? Have you discovered anything new yet? Have you gotten any other messages from the unknown number?" Old Mr. Thorne asked as they all settled into the sofas in the smaller sitting room.

Gianna and Old Mrs. Thorne had whisked the children away to tuck them in, leaving in the room, Ewan with his friends, Old Mr. Thorne, Athena, Aiden, and Antonio.

Ewan hesitated, his eyes flitting through everyone in the room as if checking to see if they were trustworthy. Sensing his uncertainty, Athena seized the opportunity to send Antonio on his way. It was half past nine now.

"Antonio, didn’t you say you had an early meeting tomorrow and a late meeting tonight with Herbert?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Antonio, who had been eager for this latter part of the meeting, furrowed his brows and turned to Athena.

He nodded however, remembering that he had actually told her so.

Clearing his throat, he got to his feet, kissed her on the lips before she could turn her cheeks away—much to Ewan’s chagrin—and said his goodbyes.

"I will see you tomorrow then, my love," He said, flashing a charming smile.

Athena nodded, smiling back at him, but once he left, Zane scoffed, unable to help it. "He’s just showing off," He muttered as Gianna and Old Mrs. Thorne returned to the sitting room.

Athena laughed, amused by the banter. "You’ve got a problem with that, Zane?"

Zane shrugged, his expression turning serious. "Not as I do with his supposed meeting with my father. I spoke with my father before I left the house; he never mentioned a meeting with Antonio."

Athena raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "You’re not really saying that your father tells you everything?"

Zane paused, then scoffed again. "Well, that’s none of my business."

interesting; she exchanged a furtive glance with Aiden, who seemed to share her thoughts. "Zane, don’t tell me you’re jealous of Antonio’s huge strides in your father’s company and the budding relationship with your

was jealous? It’s just suspicious that he appeared on the scene the day of your court case, and the next day, he’s occupying one of the managerial positions at the company—headquarters

enveloped the room

it with a laugh. She found the scene delightful. Zane was jealous. What

chair. "I just

but he’s not

Or

failed relationship—dating someone out of pity would surely lead down that path; and he had

my question, before Zane digressed..." Old Mr. Thorne prompted, pulling Ewan back into

this time. "Yes, it’s

recognized, to some extent, that the

him soon... he referred to her as Morgana, but I knew it was her." Ewan paused, gathering his thoughts. "Well, he said if I didn’t comply, he would burn more sections of my company. He also spoke about knowing the

family and what he cherished most. It was time to put an end to that

because he was backed by some government agency? He scoffed unconsciously, the sound drawing the attention of those in the

was the center of attention. He was rather lost in thought, fantasizing about tearing Morgan limb from limb or watching him die slowly by

a gentle tap from his wife on the arm to snap him back to

everyone’s stare. "So, what are we going to do then? All of us are involved now. We have to put our

a sigh of relief, not wanting to be too obvious in his eagerness to be included in

do we go about that?" Old Mr. Thorne continued, darting an urgent glance at Athena, who reared back as if she hadn’t expected

upon seeing Gianna’s confused expression, she shut her lips. Her friend didn’t know about her secret operations; she thought Athena’s alliance with the agents surrounding them was merely due to Aiden’s presence. Aiden had served in the military once, after

for him to help salvage the situation. Luckily for her, Aiden was perceptive enough to intercept her message, just as Ewan had

Aiden affirmed, sounding confident. "We are planning to attack them tonight. According to the report we got from an insider, they are quite relaxed... however, from the news, we can see they are still plotting. It’s better we strike tonight; they

seeking clarification. He had been asking for the "how" of it all. "How do we go about

through in devising plans with minimal casualties. That was why