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

Chapter 263: Searching For Clues IV

"I am sorry about this, Ewan. I just thought that..."

Thepresidentwouldbedifferent?

Athena bit her lip, recalling Ewan’s words that emphasized the untrustworthiness of anyone in government, including the president.

Despite her own experiences with them firsthand, she had refuted his points twice—only to be hit squarely in the face with harsh reality.

Athena sighed, staring at the far end of the room, unable to meet Ewan’s gaze, unsure of what she would see there. She wasn’t certain she could take it, not with the whirlwind of feelings swirling within her—anger, resentment, confusion, disbelief, along with a bouquet of other emotions she couldn’t quite pin down.

Perhaps it was due to her instinctive survival mode kicking in...

She had assumed that this evening would be a smooth sail, given that the early hours had been anything but. But it seemed she had hoped too soon.

Sighing again, she threw her head back to rest against the taller stack of boxes, seeking the coolness of the surface to calm her racing thoughts.

"I don’t think we should cast the president in a negative light just yet. It’s possible the gang had some awareness of us being here. Maybe there was a watch-person..."

Sandro shook his head sharply, cutting Aiden off. The scowl on his face was evidence of the anger bubbling within him. "This place had been shut down. The sandbags at the exit had just been precautionary measures... even if they had assumed that we would come, they would have trusted there was no way we could have gotten past those bags..."

"Maybe getting the bags out of the way triggered some alarm in their system... maybe the bags are wired..."

Silence greeted Aiden’s statement. He looked around at the team, hopeful eyes expecting them to align with his reasoning. But none of them did. He sighed and raised his hands to elaborate further, but Ewan stopped him.

"Why are you so bent on defending the president, Aiden?" There was no resentment in his tone, nor accusation—just frustration at the unfolding events.

"Because I can’t wrap my head around the idea that the president of a country would want to infect his citizens with a dangerous disease for profit. That’s absurd. Secondly, he just doesn’t fit that profile."

types of people, and I can tell you, the president is not behind the disease. He might not be a saint, but he isn’t responsible for the numerous deaths around the globe. I... I don’t

his lips, keenly observing Aiden while analyzing the

some time, so I’ll trust your judgment. But if you’re right, it would mean that someone in the secret service

word could imply, but he closed his mouth, sensing that continuing would only trigger another conflict. Ewan

out of here, we can discuss this with the president. For now, let’s brainstorm on how to get out

three friends exchanged glances and turned to Aiden, shaking their

for clues..." Zane muttered, looking between Aiden and Athena. "Are you two

was like a backup plan." He answered,

her feet, determination setting her jaw as she readied herself. "So, what’s the plan?" She asked, facing the part of the room where the walls had slid open

try not to die. Ewan, you and your friends should

find a way out of here..." Athena interjected, giving

of here?" Ewan asked softly, a furrow

close

taking different areas of the room and gently tapping on the walls, listening for a

guns ready at their sides, eyes fixed on the wall before them, ready

Aiden asked moments later, noting the males behind them coming up empty-handed, and the echos of flurried activities coming from behind the walls, in the previous room—the gang was making

tongue felt heavy in her mouth. Deep down, she knew they had a slim chance of making it out of this alive. Worse yet, there was nothing they could do—only so much that a pistol could accomplish against an entire gang. They didn’t

anything to

lifted the gun to her lips, tilting her head to Aiden. "Don’t be

gang trying to break in. He

Zane and Sandro standing near Ewan, who was tapping a particular spot on the wall like

Athena asked, unsure

before Ewan could answer, another hammering sound came from that exact point of the wall. The sound was coming from

her breath light and uneven as various scenarios raced through