Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 226

Chapter 226: Getting Answers II
A significant pause ensued on the other end of the phone after Ewan’s question. Sandro and Ewan exchanged cursory glances, wondering why Zack was taking so long to answer such a simple question.

“Hello… Zack? Why aren’t you speaking—” Ewan scowled when the line cut abruptly.

Sandro furrowed his brow, watching as Ewan glared at the phone hotly, as if the device itself were at fault. “He ended the call?”

“Obviously, Sandro,” Ewan huffed, tapping his thighs furiously. Kissing his teeth in frustration, he snatched up the phone and dialed Zack’s number again. This time, it went straight to voicemail.

The sly old man had blocked him! That infidel! That stupid…!

Ewan angrily flung the phone; it hit the car dashboard and fell to the floor unceremoniously while Sandro watched in silence.

The tension in the air was palpable, and Ewan’s frustration radiated throughout the car.

Sensing Ewan’s foul mood, Sandro kept quiet, his mind racing on how they could get hold of Zack—that was the only way he could speak, the only topic he could talk on, without Ewan biting his head off.

“You should go back to the office, handle things there…” Ewan started after a few beats had passed, startling Sandro.

The statement was completely off point! Why would he go back to the office? What about Zack? Sandro wondered, narrowing his eyes.

“My assistant can handle things perfectly well. The system we have put in place has made it possible for the company to thrive without our presence for a couple of days. Besides, we need to locate Zack. Or is there a change of plans?”

Ewan shook his head, a steely resolve hardening his features. “I’ll be going alone. You will be returning to the company. We can’t keep depending on the system. Emergencies can happen at any time.”

Sandro shook his head, his face scrunching as he tried to comprehend what Ewan was saying. “Where are you going alone?” He echoed incredulously.

“That should be obvious, Sandro. I’m going to find Zack,” Ewan replied, bending down to pick up his phone. Luckily for him, it was still in good condition.

“And how do you plan to do that? You heard the man who bought Zack’s house. Zack has left the country. There are more than a hundred countries in the world. Where are you going to start searching?”

Ewan snorted, his frustration bubbling over. “You’re talking like someone who knows nothing about technology. As for Zack’s location, I’ll contact Spider. He can find that out in a matter of minutes.”

Sandro inhaled deeply and exhaled harshly. “Ewan, we talked about this with Zane. We can’t go around sinking our feet back into the murky clay; we can’t keep involving the gang in our business!”

“That’s why I’m asking you to return to the company! You don’t need to involve yourself!” Ewan’s voice rose, yet he wouldn’t meet Sandro’s gaze.

The latter scoffed, staring at him in disbelief. “I don’t need to involve myself? Whatever you’re involved in, I am too! Didn’t you hear my statement earlier about us being joined at the hip?”

“Sandro…” Ewan tried to interject, but Sandro wasn’t finished.

“If you go back to the gang, Ewan, just know I’m right behind you. Maybe Zane too.” He shifted his gaze to the window. “If you’re reaching out to Spider, do it. We don’t have much time. Remember you still need to see the twins this evening.”

Ewan pursed his lips, finally turning to look at his friend. He exhaled tiredly and reclined into the seat, feeling the weight of their predicament.

He had met Sandro in college, and a series of events had forged their friendship. Now, they were inseparable. Ewan never envisioned this outcome when Sandro had triumphantly won him in a drinking game at a birthday party for a mutual college friend. Life truly was interesting.

But Sandro was right. There was no time. He hadn’t even bought gift items for his children yet.

With a sense of resignation, he dialed Zack’s number one last time, genuinely hoping the man would pick up. He didn’t want any returning link to the gang, but the call went to voicemail again. Ewan sighed and called Spider.

“Hey boss, you need my help again?” came the smooth voice from the other end as soon as the call connected.

Ewan opened his mouth to inform Spider he wasn’t his boss but thought better of it. Spider was as stubborn as Sandro.

“Yes, I need your help. I want you to track down Zack Moore’s location right now.” A pause. “Do you remember him?”

“Of course, I do, boss. Is it urgent? Do you need it right now? I’m quite tied up with work at the moment.”

“Yes. It is urgent. I need it now. Call your fee…”

A rich, melodic laugh echoed on the other end. “Don’t worry, boss. I still have pending debts to you. I’ll send you a text in the next five minutes.”

And the call ended.

“What did he say?” Sandro asked, having been waiting patiently.

He would have asked Ewan to put the call on speaker, but Spider was too sensitive and hated being put on speaker. Somehow, he always found out; Sandro guessed it came with the territory.

“Five minutes. He’ll get back to us in five minutes,” Ewan replied, his mind calming down.

Sandro nodded slowly and faced forward, resting his head properly against the seat. Five minutes felt short, but it would stretch on painfully now.

A comfortable silence reigned in the car until Ewan’s phone dinged with a text message.

“Is that Spider? Where is Zack?” Sandro asked, watching Ewan intently as the latter’s eyes scanned the message.

“Yeah, it’s him. Zack is in country KL.”

Sandro hesitated, contemplating the distance and time it would take to reach the neighboring country. “That’s like a two-hour flight. Maybe more. Do you think you can make it?”

Ewan exhaled loudly. “I’m not sure. But I need those answers.”

“You also need to see your kids. After today, it’ll be another thirty-one days until you can see them again. Are you up for that?”

Ewan shook his head. “But I think I can make it.”

“If there are no delays, Ewan. As you said, there can be emergencies.” Sandro pointed out.

“Not this time. Inform them to prepare the private jet. Let me drive.”

Sandro shot a worried glance at the car’s dashboard, which made Ewan scoff. “Don’t worry; I’ll be careful. I won’t speed… much.”

Sandro stayed silent, not completely convinced by Ewan’s promise. Whenever Ewan found himself in a rush, his driving skills were questionable—the car barely survived the ordeal. Still, he opened the car door and stepped out. Ewan followed suit.

Some minutes later, they stood at the private port, with officials already on standby, ready to serve.

“Must you really follow me?” Ewan asked, walking toward the private jet.

Sandro didn’t bother responding. Instead, he tightened his grip on the bag slung across his shoulder, keeping his gaze forward. Ewan clicked his tongue but said nothing else. There was no need.

A couple of hours later, they were in country KL, and some minutes after that, they arrived at the location Spider had sent to them.

“What’s this place? An inn? Does this still exist?” Sandro asked, taking note of the dusty, faded plank where the name of the inn was inscribed: “Monty’s Inn.”

They stepped back, unconsciously, when a stout woman with ruddy complexion and messy red hair tied in a scarf stepped out of the inn, holding a large wooden spoon and a big pot.

“Ewan…”

“I don’t know, Sandro,” Ewan answered, baffled, not even knowing why he was whispering.

He took a long look around and double-checked the address Spider had sent him. Could there be a mistake? What could a man like Zack Moore be doing here?

Though Zack had no company now, he was wealthy enough. Why the inn? Was Spider joking, sending him to a location that looked like the outskirts of a poor village?

He dialed Spider’s number without hesitation.

“Boss, is…”

“What the hell, Spider! This place is a village inn. Are you sure you sent me the right info?”

There was a pregnant pause on the line.

“Was there ever a time that I have failed you, boss?”

But Ewan wasn’t in the mood for this. “Spider, just cross-check your info. Zack can never be in a place like this.”

“I think you should cross-check the place, Ewan. You never know what desperation can do to a man.”

The call ended abruptly.

Ewan ignored the fact that Spider had called him by his name for the first time in a long while; he brushed aside the fact that Spider had hung up on him and sauntered toward the stout woman who was busy cleaning her pot with the spoon.

“Excuse me, ma’am. I’m looking for someone.”

But the woman ignored him, focused solely on washing her pot.