Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 274

Chapter 274: Just A Business Meeting III
My lady? Athena held back a scoff. Maybe she should remind him that this was a business meeting, and that he should address her by her name—and probably her title too—Doctor Athena.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she noticed Ewan staring at her strangely.

“Is there a problem with the document? Did you lose it?”

Ewan shook his head, his brow furrowing slightly. “I’m just considering the deal I’m supposed to make with you…”

Athena’s defenses instantly shot up. “What kind of deal?”

Ewan hesitated, then sighed as if giving in to the want he couldn’t suppress. “I want more time with the children. I know that breaches the final outcome in the council, but…”

His face contorted with frustration and pain. “I just can’t help it! After spending so much time with them on Sunday, I just can’t help but want more…”

“So, what’s the deal?” Athena interjected, needing him to get to the point so she could make her decision.

Irritation bubbled within her. Did he think he could use his business shrewdness on her? He should’ve thought twice!

Ewan swallowed, noticing Athena’s stern features. She was clearly not pleased. But he forged on…

“I want more time with the children, even just for today, in exchange for the information in this document.” He spoke calmly, his phone firmly held aloft in his lifted hand.

A tense silence stretched between them for several seconds. Ewan rushed to fill it, feeling restless. “But you—”

Athena’s hand shot up, halting him midway. “No need. You can keep the information to yourself, then. It’ll be less stress for me after all, since you’d be finding and dealing with the mole first. It’s your noble duty, right?”

Her tone was too calm for Ewan’s comfort. He understood perfectly well that her last remark was a thinly veiled insult, delivered with a condescending edge, but he swallowed hard, knowing he deserved it—after all, it was Athena delivering it.

She could send him to hell, and he would never hate her for it, nor would his feelings for her change.

Panic surged through him, however, when she stood up smartly, taking her sling bag with her. “This was a mistake, Ewan. I must have given you a false picture, or maybe some undeserved allowance that made you greedy and audacious. That ends now. Have a good night.”

Her lips were set in a firm line as she turned to walk out of the café.

But Ewan would rather be condemned to death than let Athena walk out of here without the truth.

He hastily stood and rushed to position himself in front of her, careful not to touch her arms to avoid incurring her wrath. The last time still stung whenever he thought about it.

“I’m sorry, Athena. I was just… too needy. Yes, selfish, greedy, and stupidly audacious. I’m sorry about that. Please don’t mind me. Please have a seat, and let’s discuss the looming danger ahead of us in the form of Morgan and the Grey disease.” He spoke hurriedly, his hands raised in a placating gesture, remaining tense while Athena regarded him nonchalantly, as if he was nothing.

He hated that look but knew he had caused it, so he swallowed it down.

“You can send it to me as a document, then.” Athena finally spoke, silently rejoicing inwardly.

Did he think he could win her in a business negotiation? Haaa! He should inquire from Aiden or Gianna about her bargaining prowess.

Ewan, oblivious to her prideful thoughts, shook his head. “I can do that later, but we need to discuss a few things in the document.”

He paused, his gaze turning pleading. “Please take a seat.”

Athena lingered deliberately for a few moments before returning to her seat. “You have less than thirty minutes. I have somewhere else to be.”

Ewan opened his mouth to ask where she was off to at such a late hour, but he held his tongue, noting the way she was still fuming. He would ask her later. For now, he needed to make the most of the limited time he had with her.

Maybe, if the fates were gracious, she would be pleased with his findings and let him spend additional time with the children. Goodness, he missed them so much!

“Ewan…”

He handed the phone over to her without a word.

“You think the government will be able to capture Morgan before the deadline they’ve given the public?” Athena asked, her eyes still focused on Ewan’s phone after several minutes of intense reading.

Ewan nodded. “Yes. Following your lead on the heat signature, they’ve been busting locations where the drugs are being kept, thereby also seizing the drugs. So far, they haven’t encountered any difficulties. It will only be a matter of time before the mole in the presidential staff makes his or her move.”

There was a significant pause. “The second reason you put up the heat signature theory was to catch that mole, right?”

Athena finally lifted her head from the document. “You know about that too?”

Ewan shrugged, though he felt pleased with the note of surprise in Athena’s voice. “I just guessed.”

Athena nodded slowly, still doubtful of whether the president even knew anything when he had met her gaze; he only acted because he trusted her judgment to some extent.

But Ewan… she shook her head. This man wouldn’t kill her with surprises.

“Well, you’re right. Seeing as the government, along with other countries’ authorities, is closing in, they will get desperate and try to alter the components of the cure. However, that process will first release a different type of heat signature, alerting the secret security service to the headquarters.”

A pause.

“Moreover, everyone who has been in the secret room at any point has had their phones tapped, according to the email Colt sent me two days ago. We are just waiting for them to make one wrong move, and then we’ll be on them too. So yes, you’re right, the research too. We might catch Morgan before the two-week deadline is up.”

Athena returned to the comprehensive document after her speech, her eyes widening in saucers when she saw the topic on the next page.

What?!