Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 262

Chapter 262: Searching For Clues III
“Ewan, you are a genius!” Aiden screamed, laughing—his laughter a mixture of surprise, disbelief, and amazement—as he gently clasped Ewan on the shoulder, shaking him until Ewan laughed too, a beautiful husky sound filled with victory.

Sandro and Zane followed suit, clasping Ewan’s shoulders, relief pouring over them in waves.

“You did it, man!” Their voices echoed, their gazes focused on the new room before then.

However, Athena remained behind, her jaw slackened and eyes widened a fraction in shock. What just happened?

How was Ewan able to tell there was a door there? Her gaze fell on the wood he had utilized, and she shook her head in disbelief.

In a matter of days, Ewan had shown her that he was more than just a billionaire businessman; there was something else at play here—yes, successful businessmen were astute and sharp, but this… this was on a whole new level.

She pulled out her phone, opened the reminder app, and set one—she couldn’t forget to research Ewan and his friends. She needed to know their backgrounds on some matters.

That settled, she inhaled sharply and walked toward him, especially since he was looking at her with a strange expression. If she didn’t know better, she would think he was expectant of her praise.

“You did good,” She muttered right before walking past him into the dim room.

Ewan smiled, a different smile than the one he had worn while opening the door—this one was a smile of sheer pleasure at being praised by someone special.

However, the glimmer of joy faded when he met Zane’s frown. Not wanting to be pegged as a lovesick idiot, he shrugged and walked into the room, remaining still until the walls closed back.

“There must be a switch somewhere; let’s locate it,” He pointed out hastily, right before the walls closed completely, realizing that the dim light in the room had come from the previous space they had been in.

Luckily, Aiden managed to reach a switch just before they were plunged into darkness. Bright fluorescent light cocooned the room, illuminating the dark corners that had previously remained oblivious to the team.

“Wow, so this is it? We found it, guys…” Sandro muttered, pointing at the stack of boxes piled high to the sandy ceiling. The room was filled with boxes upon boxes.

To confirm their find, Aiden strolled over to the first stack of the large brown boxes and carefully carried one box down. The group joined him, brimming with anticipation, leaning in as he opened the box to reveal another inner box.

“Perhaps a protective casing…” He murmured, his voice hopeful, unwilling to entertain hopelessness now that they were at this stage of their search. They all gasped when they saw the contents of the box.

“It’s the drugs—the source of the grey disease… see, it’s written on the label…” Zane whispered, swallowing nervously as he pointed at a greenish label plastered on the small white plastic container.

The rest of the group stared, equally speechless.

“Do you think all the boxes are filled with that? If so, then we have a huge problem on our hands…” Sandro pointed out.

Ewan nodded. “Coupled with the fact that this is not the only location where the drugs are stacked.”

A pause.

“None of you should touch it, though. We don’t know how active it is.” He added, seeing Aiden stretch his hand toward one of the containers.

At his words, Aiden withdrew his hand as if it had been burned by a flame.

“Guys, what do you think is in those boxes then?” Athena finally broke the tension in her throat. As she spoke, the men turned in the direction she was pointing. Another stack of boxes at the far north end of the room.

They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

“We should check,” Ewan suggested, standing tall and sauntering toward the boxes that were similar to the ones they had been examining, only this set was blue.

Ewan paused by the side, aware of the others walking to meet him. “Hopefully, it’s not something that can take our lives…” He mused, squatting slightly as he carefully opened the box.

A furrow creased his forehead when he saw the same row of white bottles stacked within, but this time without labels. He looked at Athena. “Do you think it’s the same drug?”

Athena licked her lips, squatting down properly to examine the bottles. “Only one way to find out…” She muttered, stretching her hand to pick one of the bottles, but Ewan pushed her hand gently away.

“What do you think you are doing?” He asked, frowning. “If this is the grey virus, you could become contaminated. You are the doctor in charge of handling this crisis; we can’t have you getting contaminated—not when the hospital itself is compromised.”

Athena sighed as if fed up, and stretched her hand toward the bottle again, ignoring Ewan. But Ewan didn’t let her dismiss him so easily. He raised his hand to stop her midway, but Aiden intervened.

“Trust her; she knows what she’s doing.”

Ewan scowled at Aiden in response, turning to Athena to talk some sense into her. But the latter had already picked a bottle out of the stack.

To his chagrin, he noticed that his friends took a few steps back as if she were wielding a bomb.

Pussies! He thought, watching Athena examine the bottle closely. What was she looking for?

He noted as she lifted the bottle higher and peered at the bottom layer—now that he was watching with her—that he could see a pinkish sediment at the bottom. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but from the relaxed lines on Athena’s face, it seemed to indicate good news.

Yet how could it? Nothing about the gang was good.

“You know what it is?” Aiden asked, interrupting Ewan’s thoughts.

“Yes, it is the cure.”

Another silence reigned in the room as the team looked at each other, considering this new twist and its implication.

“So, this means they produced this mass-killing drug to make profits, right?” Zane chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “I can’t believe the cruelty of whoever is behind this.”

Athena cursed beneath her breath, returning the bottle to its stack and standing erect. “So, what do we do about this? We need a fast solution.” She inquired, folding her arms across her chest, not entirely surprised by the turnout.

Hadn’t she suspected this earlier? Yet accepting it didn’t make it any easier. How could people mess with the lives of others all because of a designed paper created as a medium of exchange?

Maybe it was time to talk with Boss; there was a high possibility that he knew what was going on. The CIA usually knows about these things. But first, she needed confirmation on what went wrong with Scarlett.

“I think we should inform the president,” Aiden spoke up then, nodding as he suggested. “I think that’s the best course of action. We can’t keep this to ourselves; it’s too much, and this is just one location. We just have to fight whoever is behind this, with the government.”

“And what if the president is behind this?” Sandro asked, echoing Ewan’s thoughts.

“I don’t think he is,” Aiden replied.

“Because?” Sandro pressed.

But Aiden had no answer this time.

“Just a gut feeling,” Athena answered, staring at Ewan as if daring him to refute her assertion.

Ewan didn’t. Not this time.

“Okay, go ahead then. We just have to trust your gut feelings, the two of you…” Ewan conceded.

Aiden nodding his thanks. He brought out his phone and dialed the chief of the president’s secret security service. “Come to these coordinates now…”

“So we wait?” Zane asked when Aiden hung up.

Aiden nodded. “Yes, we wait.”

There was a pause. “From what I can see, the boxes are all that’s in this room. Do you want to check for more secret rooms, Ewan?”

Ewan shook his head, taking a seat on one of the boxes. “I’ll pass.” His lower back was killing him, and his head too. He needed to eat, take his medications, and then sleep. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any problems from here on out.

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“I think they are here… Did you hear that?” Sandro asked a couple of minutes later, his eyes narrowing as he darted sharp glances at the team.

Athena furrowed her brows, getting to her feet as she began to hear the voices and shuffling feet. If she had to guess, the walls here were very thin and could easily cave in. Maybe there was even another passageway, considering the range of voices she could hear from somewhere nearby.

“But that would be too soon,” She finally spoke, looking at Aiden. “It’s too soon for the president’s men to be here unless they have been keeping tabs on us.”

An explosion sounded nearby, confirming Ewan’s immediate thoughts. “I doubt that. I think it’s the gang.”

So much for following instincts. The president had sold them out.