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

Chapter 384: Another Extraction III

"Where is everyone?" Sandro whispered, looking around the space they were currently in. Having passed two corridors with no one to fire a silencer gun at, things were beginning to look suspicious.

For one, Athena was beginning to think that Spider had perhaps gotten tired of being loyal to Ewan—that perhaps he had sold them to the gang. Worse, he hadn’t dropped any message in their buds since detonating that bomb in the plane.

She looked at Ewan, seeing the apprehension in his face—something she thought was an alien quality, because her ex-husband was rarely flustered, always calm.

"Do you think we have fallen into a trap?" she asked him, nudging him with her shoulder gently.

He licked his lower lip, darted his eyes to the center block, which was right opposite them—no guards guarding it, as Spider had warned.

"I don’t know. I don’t think Spider would have led us to a trap. So, it’s either this is luck, or he is being kept out of the loop, being suspected by Kael."

Zane and Sandro exchanged glances tainted with fear.

"Who is Kael?" Athena and Aiden asked at the same time, worry burning on their faces, worry born from the expressions on Sandro and Zane’s faces, and from Ewan’s flusteredness.

"Kael is the new leader of the gang," Ewan replied, inhaling deeply. "Let’s move forward. If it’s a trap, we buckle down and fight to the end, knowing we are fighting for a good cause, for the future of our children at large... and if it’s not, then fate is more than on our side. We don’t have much time to contemplate or wonder."

But as Ewan moved toward the center block, eyes darting here and there, he really did wonder. Had Spider’s loyalties run their course? Or was his friend playing another game? Or was Kael playing them like pawns in a chess game?

His successor was known for his sly and cunning tactics in business. Ewan’s brain calculated, amidst the slight headache now throbbing in his head, the possibilities, the realities, the escape routes, as he remembered from his time here.

When they reached the door of the room where the victims were, their woes were compounded by the fact that the door was open.

"Ewan..."

and see if they are there..." Ewan cut in, interrupting whatever fear-themed suggestion Zane wanted

furrow marring his forehead, gun hanging loosely by his side when he

on the wall with

placed a finger on his

nodded, eyes shimmering with tears of gratitude, as

in the room, she turned. Her mouth opened when she saw Athena, shutting when she saw the

Keep quiet.

and

his back, a smile on his lips, momentarily forgetting his worries

legs couldn’t do much, he was pleased she understood what they

much of his weight. Then Ewan’s alarm rang,

he declared, noting the cameras

saying anything in their communication

flanked his people behind, turning at intervals with the gun strategically, in case a criminal was coming around,

when they came out. Because they wore masks, they had no fear

too easy," Sandro muttered, when they got to the agents waiting at the vegetation. The other three agents had joined them when they came out of the gates, having the same reports—no one seen, except the dead guards at the

Ewan agreed, restless.

was waiting

effort, they lifted Lucas into the plane and into a

position beside him, watching as Athena started treatments on the latter, who kept thanking them

keep quiet, I will let you be," Athena spoke hurriedly, aware of Ewan pacing restlessly feet away