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

Chapter 399: Tunnel II

Chapter 399: Tunnel II

Thank the heavens, Athena mused, leaning back on the rocky surface, shifting slightly so she stayed away from plain sight. It was still daytime, so the probability of being caught was very high.

It was good that she hadn’t worn her normal work attire—only a t-shirt and plain jeans with white canvas shoes—otherwise this matter might have been trickier, less flexible.

She opened her phone, brows furrowed as she tapped the screen. The network connection was barely there. She needed to leave the tunnel if she was ever going to contact her people.

Yet how?

She crouched to her knees, peering out of the tunnel. The twins were still arguing, their voices rising and falling, and she wondered what they were talking about.

Just then, Cairo came out of the house, hands planted firmly on her waist, glaring at the both of them.

Athena’s eyes widened, startled by the sheer dislike emanating from the little girl. Was she really Mary’s daughter?

But the resemblance had been there, she thought. Even now, she concluded silently, taking note of the girl’s mannerisms as she broke the fight between the adults by boldly standing between them.

Was this a usual occurrence? Was that why the girl looked so fed-up, angry, and annoyed?

Athena pressed her lips together, realizing soon enough that this shouldn’t be her concern at the moment. She had to find an internet connection for her phone. She had to leave the tunnel.

But how could she do so without being seen? Should she return to the hospital and then come back with her team? What if something or someone tipped the twins off about an intruder, and they packed up and left again?

Lifting her phone, she quickly snapped pictures of the trio, of the house, just before they returned into the old-modeled building.

Herbert aware of this expanse of land where the

rocky surface with a sigh. Shouldn’t Herbert have checked this place out, seeing as he knew how the building was structured, or

the position of the tunnel, she couldn’t see the end of

quiet, like she

issue, albeit pleased with her new discovery, she turned away and started the fifteen-minute journey back

while rushing out of their secret lab in the hospital when

the beginning of the tunnel. She couldn’t get past the

and slid down like she had done before, yet nothing budged. Panic started budding within her, clawing at

to get out of this space, which she realized—now that her senses were heightened by fear—smelled of

day, she realized grimly. They might have just pushed the whole thing

to be charged, and Athena released a sharp curse under her breath. At this

tried the sliding-down principle again, pressing her back harder, but

couldn’t get any worse, she started

thought worriedly, her hands beginning to

herself with a gun today. A security team had followed her to the hospital, and she had thought it unnecessary. Yet, at this

least give up this madness, to make them tell the

with her fists might

they planning to meet in the secret lab? Because that

drew closer. Were they running or just fast

her phone, trying to dial Ewan’s number. But there was no network—neither was there a stroke of

of the tunnel, rubbing her back against the wall,