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

Chapter 375: More Worries

Ewan thought the current situation regarding the Grey Disease and its instigators had grown stale. Even though he felt well-rested after days of inactivity on that front, there was still an unsettling undercurrent he couldn’t quite explain.

Something is brewing. He was sure of it. Something he wasn’t aware of–an unawareness that was making him restless.

He knew their enemies weren’t resting—no, not after the strategic usurping of their plans by moving Athena’s lab somewhere else. That move would have been the last straw to break the camel’s back—not even Morgan’s capture could compare. The latter had been nothing more than a pawn.

Rhythmically, his pen tapped on the desk as he watched Spider through a video call. On-screen, his friend flipped through a few papers on a table with his left hand while holding chopsticks poised over a hexagonal carton of Chinese takeout noodles.

Didn’t his friend ever get tired of eating this sort of food? Ewan wondered for the umpteenth time.

The faint steam rose from the carton–which he was sure would carry the sharp tang of soy sauce–mingling with the faint background hum of Spider’s apartment fan. Coupled with his friend’s eating quality, was his strange appetite for rundown buildings and second-hand gadgets.

Ewan was aware of the rich status of his friend, and yet...

"So, what do you think?" He asked, breaking the silence after Spider had taken a short pause to check out his concerns. "Do you think my worry is justified?"

Spider shrugged in response. "Possibly. Seeing as we’ve been in the game for a while—well before you quit—I’d say you might be right on the money, even though we aren’t getting any reasonable feedback from our spies. It’s like..."

Spider frowned, carefully setting the chopsticks down on the table beside his food carton. "They’ve given up on the case. But we know these sorts of people—and we know they don’t give up until they’re six feet below ground."

Ewan’s tired sigh was an unspoken agreement. He knew exactly what Spider meant—the kind of people with no qualms about feeding millions of innocent civilians to the grave. And for what?

Another sigh escaped him. That was another thing gnawing at him—they still didn’t know the motive behind this disease. Was it to make money? An act of terrorism? Or just pure psychopathy?

"So, we still have no tabs from those placed on the doctors yet?"

Spider shook his head. "Their report is still the same. After work, the doctors just go home. At home, they banter like the twins they are, do the usual activities... The cameras in every corner of their house show nothing unusual. They seem normal, like our earlier theory about them is unfounded."

bit his lower lip and ruffled his hair. They were missing something—a piece of the puzzle, maybe a giant one, or even just a small fragment that would make the whole

There had to be some place where

blink of an eye, the possible answer chimed in Ewan’s mind. His gaze sharpened, the realization hitting him so visibly that Spider

you just think of something necessary

said, meeting Spider’s gaze with sudden intensity. Excitement began to filter into his voice. "If they’re not

lips. "You still have the hang of the

up," Ewan bit out, but a faint smile tugged at his lips. If

you want me to put

get permission from her first. She might want to handle the surveillance herself—and I think she’s in a better

want to recruit more

the tug in his chest it brought—focusing instead on Spider’s suggestion. "You’re right, but the old man will probably want

I’m sure it will be enough to finally get

moving the twins to another department, so they didn’t clash with Athena, it had barely done the trick. If anything, it

"You’re right."

Spider a thumbs up, then quickly

Hey, about the doctors...

He deleted the line.

are you feeling now? I’m sorry—I should have warned you that the couple down the street loves to stay high... Have you taken

😉 have a spot—a room—in the hospital where they conduct their experiments. It’s the only thing that makes sense, the only thing that explains why we haven’t spotted them doing something illegal. They must have known we’d have eyes on them and changed their address—just like you. What do

and I can

message twice before sending

lips before he could stop

"Trouble in paradise?"

in paradise." There had never been a paradise

Was there no way to have his

had promised to make sure she was comfortable in this life—and, if possible, in the next. But was there no way to have her back, not as a friend,