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

Chapter 339: Fiona’s Truth VI

What else are these two not privy to? Morgan gnashed his teeth bitterly, openly glaring at Ewan, unable to help it. They seemed to be an encyclopedia—with the amount of information they literally had about him, about everyone, about everything.

Just how far did their tendrils reach? He bit his lips, unable to suppress the loathing coursing through his veins, immersing himself in the feeling of his pathetic helplessness.

How did Ewan find out about the necklace? If the Wolfsbane knew, then Athena knew too.

Morgan held in a scoff. The only thing he had managed to accomplish concerning Athena was bringing her close to her ex-husband.

If he had known the truth—if he’d realized she was a labyrinth of mysteries—he wouldn’t be in this mess. Instead of playing manipulative games, he’d have run, or worse, killed her while he had the chance, instead of entertaining the idea of sleeping with her.

"Are you contemplating whether you should continue with the truth?" Sandro asked, folding his arms across his chest. His hateful stare was enough to make Morgan shrink.

Probably Phanthom or Hawk. Morgan concluded, wise enough to understand that Sandro and Zane’s lack of surprise when they stepped into the room was a possible indication that, at one time, they had been part of the Demon viper’s gang.

He shuddered before he could help it, disgusted with his earlier pride which had preceded his fall.

"We won’t be asking that question again..." Zane added, leaning forward, hands on his knees.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m not one for jewelry." Morgan swallowed hard when Ewan raised an eyebrow, a chilly smile playing on his lips.

"Not one for jewelry?" Ewan echoed.

when Ewan left his position and sauntered toward him—like a lion stalking its prey—with that same cold smile still in

from Connor—who had delivered it, seeing the intent in his former boss’s

Morgan

the knife to stab him, somewhere—anywhere; Morgan was too consumed by fright to note the exact stabbing location—he cried out like a banshee, causing laughter to spill

"I know the necklace..."

even more, patting Morgan’s shoulder with the knife. "Good call, Morgan.

paused, standing to his full height, then retraced his steps back to his seat. "Now, speak. What does this necklace open? I’m quite sure it’s a key to something..." His finger pointed at the necklace, which had a unique design, albeit resembling

reality that he was no match for the people before him—there was no use fighting an already-lost battle. He actually pitied whomever had hired him for this

box." He finally managed

where is this box? What is the content of this box?"

from Morgan before he answered: "The box is in my private residence. It contains the details of the contract with Crayfish, some family heirlooms,

to Athena. The latter was glaring intensely at

lying, Morgan, I will be cutting off one of your balls." She hissed, venom

"What I said is the truth." Aware of the rage overwhelming his interrogator, he didn’t put it pass her to actually

feet stomping rhythmically on the floor,

sighed, understanding her anger. They had already seen the contract Morgan had with his employer

him, Athena wanted more.

took his seat. Morgan was really useless. They would have just ended his life, but for the fact that he had been

to cover all details, just in case. "Give me