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

Chapter 320: Finding Morgan X

"Thank you," Athena muttered, albeit gratefully, accepting the white silky handkerchief Ewan gave to her to wipe the bloodstains off her face and neck. "I’ll have it washed, ironed, and ready before the next time we see..."

Ewan laughed heartily in response. "How will you know the next time we see..."

Athena opened her mouth to give a reply, but Ewan beat her to it.

"Never mind. You can keep the handkerchief." A shrug. "As a keepsake..." He added after a pause, smiling when he saw a genuine, soft smile perch on Athena’s lips.

He was much satisfied about this, since the only smile that had besotted her lips since their encounter with Morgan—up until this moment—was a sinister one, a cruel one that only an evil stepmother could pull off.

Meanwhile, the ’soft genuine smile’ faded from Athena’s lips while she wiped her face of blood stains, as she watched Morgan and his two men being led into the back of the black van Ewan’s men had come with.

They had followed the back door of the hotel’s entrance, since this wasn’t their terrain and their influence didn’t cover this area. This area all belonged to Philemon, the head of another crazy gang.

And yet... Athena paused her lips, noting the throng of about ten to fifteen men approaching them.

She drew in a gentle breath, remaining planted like a rock beside Ewan, watching as Ewan’s men, after closing the van’s back door, stood before them, forming a protective wall—just in case things went south.

But Athena was tired.

Who were these people? Morgan’s gang members? She thought, her eyes scanning their biker attire—sleeveless leather jackets over leather tight pants—settling when she found no scorpion tattoo on their arms. Maybe they had it somewhere else?

When Ewan moved away from her, however, her breath caught. She held him back by the arm.

"What are you doing?" She asked, a frown on her face.

Ewan spared her a gentle glance. "Someone has to talk to Philemon,"

Athena’s brows furrowed, but she turned and started searching for Philemon, her hand not leaving Ewan’s arm still.

Her nostrils flared the next moment when she beheld the male, Philemon, staring at her lustfully—she had done her research on him and had stumbled on his picture, with Ewan’s help, though.

For a split second, she was too conscious, wondering if, in the bright daylight, her gown was now see-through—she almost sank into Ewan for cover... if she could.

She sighed in part exasperation and relief, her thoughts fading away when Ewan came to stand before her.

because her body tingled again at that movement, at that show of his care for

dragged her away from her betraying

a ruddy male who was as tall as he was wide—looking more like a giant than a normal human—flashed crooked brown teeth in

no see,

his old foe, a smug smile on his lips, knowing the play that Philemon

glad he had told Athena about his past; otherwise, how would he have gotten away with the recent saves, with

masking

got your smarty pants on. You’re lucky I value my

"Are you going to be

his shoulders, which Athena was sure could knock down a hefty part of a building. "Not unless you want it. I’m just

matter that the latter was taller than him by some inches—before

the van, in the company of most of his

"Hello, Morgan..."

foe, but her dislike for Philemon kept her firmly behind Ewan, although she popped her head aside to watch the huge

sure Wolfsbane has a lot of plans for you," Philemon turned to Ewan then. "Do you

gave a short

turning back to the van’s

sampling you before the government. Though I doubt

let out that loud laugh of his again—more

him shaking... I’m sure you wish you knew Ewan

Another laugh.

I only stumbled upon the information

An amused pause.

you from doing what you wanted? I don’t think so. After all, isn’t that why we are

then he shut the door himself—more

Can you imagine?" Philemon roared with laughter, turning to his men,

stop the smile slithering

his head. "You have a vendetta

"Is that against the medical laws?" She added, noticing the confused expression on his

a mafia boss... I wouldn’t expect that from a woman holding such a prim and proper

course, he would know about their marriage.

all hate injustice, and anything adding a dent to

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