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

Chapter 261: Searching For Clues II

"Are you sure you both are using your full strength?" Athena asked, hands on her hips, her voice tinged with frustration.

"You have been pushing that singular bag for more than five minutes..." She continued, cocking her head to the left, at ease even when Aiden turned to glare at her.

"Do you want to try? Maybe you’ll have a better chance than us?" Aiden shot back.

Athena’s scoff was the only response that a famished Aiden received. He scoffed in return and reverted to his work, digging his heels down and preparing to push again.

Behind them, Athena exhaled wearily. Tired of waiting on the sandbags, which seemed to drain her strength, she returned to the level ground, opting to give, from there, whatever help Ewan had in mind when he assigned her a role.

Ewan himself was dripping with sweat. At that moment, he wiped the perspiration from his forehead with a single hand swipe.

"Ewan, are you sure of this plan you have? If it doesn’t work, we’ll have been pushing for nothing..." There was a pause. "That thought is quite undesirable to swallow," Sandro whispered, flinging his hands repeatedly as if to cast away the tiredness besetting them.

"What do you want then? The bulldozing crew?"

"I think I would prefer that and the risks that come with it. Because what’s to say that we aren’t being watched now..." Zane piped in, wishing for something to lean against, eager to take a breather, as his lower back was killing him.

Ewan sighed tiredly, biting his lower lip. He hadn’t anticipated this task to be so daunting. What other sand had they added to the sandbag? It felt like metal!

"Let’s just give it a try once again. If it doesn’t work, then we’ll involve the bulldozing crew..." Aiden suggested, placing his hand on the offending sandbag.

Ewan gave him an appreciative nod before placing his hands on the sandbag as well.

"One, two, ready, go!"

They both pushed with all their might, their grunts and groans echoing even in the distance, muscles flexing and twitching. Luckily, as if fate saw that these two strong men had given all their strength, the bag caved in, rolling down to the side.

Shouts of "Yeah!" "Damn! Finally!!" and "Come on!!" filled the air.

When the chuckles and mutterings of relief died down, all attention turned to Ewan.

"So, what’s next?" Athena asked, her eyes trained on the now-empty space where the bag had been before.

a small smile and turned to

friend would need that heavy tool. Did he want to smash the

their work today was destined to be impossible. They might as well call in the bulldozing crew.

seeing Ewan’s determined face, she turned around and started making her way toward the rubble site. That was another five-minute trek. This

later, handing Sandro the hammer, her breath slightly heavy. It was obvious to the men that she

and turned to the empty spot, hoping all this stress was worth it—unless

the sharpest edge of the hammer on a rough spot

chanted in his mind right before he lifted the hammer and struck the particular point with all

as a crack slithered across the surface. Ewan’s clamped lips stretched into

"Everyone should get down."

the men got down from the sandbags and took position beside Athena, watching the miracle Ewan

that surface?" Athena asked, finally realizing what Ewan was doing as

Aiden posited,

weight of the wall crumbling, sensing the sandbags leaning backward as if

it..." He muttered, looking at the spot where the cracks had descended lower toward the gate, and toward the area covered

to plunge

He shook his head. Life could be unpredictable. His best bet was to jump to the other side once he struck the spot. Hopefully, his reflexes were

the hammer and struck the spot

not bothering to look back at whether the wall had crumbled. He landed on his crouched position on the ground, heaving heavily. When was

away like that?" Zane asked, incredulous, raising

gate and

needs one more strike," Athena wondered aloud, walking toward Ewan and deciding to pick up the

crumbling sound echoed through the space. It was slow at first, as if the walls were battling to stay erect, and then the sandbags fell forward into the side

Sandro shouted, punching

relief, bowing his

Just who was this man? She needed to get her

done, Ewan," Aiden praised, tapping Ewan’s shoulder gently and helping him to his feet in the same motion. "How are you

unsteady," Ewan answered, shaking his legs. "But I will be fine. Let’s

turning to Zane. "Do

nodded, producing several torchlights from the black backpack that was settled

"Good, let’s go in."

of light streaming in from the hole in