Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 275

Chapter 275: Just A Business Meeting IV
Ewan knew the moment Athena unearthed the name of the mole.

He felt a pang of hurt for her as he watched a myriad of emotions wash across her face—disbelief, pain, anger, and ultimately, resignation—an acceptance steeped in the confirmation of a suspicion.

“You suspected him at one point?” He asked, wanting to prolong their time together, a fleeting connection forged in urgency and uncertainty.

Athena nodded somberly, her eyes glued to the document that held the damning evidence. Her mind raced, consuming every detail about the man in question, the man she once thought loyal.

“But there are still some loopholes…” She dropped the phone on the table, disappointment roiling within her. She wished the document was longer, filled with more answers to her many questions.

“From Spider?” She met Ewan’s gaze when he remained silent, his expression thoughtful.

“Yes. What do you think about it?” Ewan asked, reclining deeper into his seat, his arms crossed over his chest as he studied her. Athena seemed eager to talk, the tension in the air crackling with unspent energy.

“I think he did a very good job,” She replied, then paused, shaking her head slightly. “You were right earlier. I suspected him of this, but I discounted it because of the history we shared and the common goals we had before appointing him as the head of the Nimbus operation.”

She sighed, her mind bombarded with the weight of the information Spider had uncovered on Alvarez. It was revealed that he had been in cahoots with Morgan or whatever higher-up was orchestrating the chaos surrounding the Grey disease.

The reports detailed the staggering amounts of money funneled into his account monthly. It was a large sum, one that made her expect more integrity from someone she had once considered a colleague. How could he betray them like this?

Of course, it explained his laxity and explosive frustration when she had jokingly pointed out his shortcomings in dealing with the case, yet it didn’t make the bitter pill any easier to swallow.

Her fingers itched to text Aiden with the newfound information, to strategize the next best steps, but she quelled the urge. If he wanted to harbor malice, even when he was in the wrong, then so be it. Far be it from her to reach out first.

Working with Ewan on this case felt more appealing, especially considering the strength and connections his friends brought to the table.

“So, what do you want to do? Should we confront him?”

Ewan’s use of “we” struck a harmonious chord within her, and she refrained from correcting him, fully aware that they had been collaborating since the attack on his company.

“Yes, we will. But first, I have to talk with the others who started the operations. I need to present this evidence to them, and from there we’ll know what next to do.” The thought of facing the others filled her with weariness, particularly Aiden. The prospect of explaining everything to him felt daunting.

Ewan nodded, seemingly satisfied. “I hope you all agree to send him to the black cells. He put our lives in danger, remember? He could have cost us everything, including Susan’s life.”

Athena couldn’t help but agree. That was a suggestion she intended to pass along to the others. This was tantamount to treason, after all. Alvarez had betrayed them.

Her curiosity surged regarding his reasons for such betrayal, leading her to decide that confronting him, after the virtual meeting with the others, was necessary. It was either that or she would escalate the matter to the president, which might bring even worse consequences for the traitor.

The mere thought ignited anger within her as she recalled Susan’s face when the gun had been pointed at her, and how Morgan had forced her into a situation of absolute terror. No, Alvarez would pay dearly for his betrayal. It clicked into place how Morgan had known Susan’s identity.

Wait! She inhaled sharply, her heart racing. If Alvarez was working with the gang, what fate had befallen Heronica and Cole?

“Athena…” Ewan’s voice gently pulled her from the depths of her turmoil. “You seem to be making plans and deductions without me. I feel left out, like you’ve used me,” He added, genuine hurt lacing his teasing tone.

Athena was momentarily taken aback by the implication of his statement and the slight whine in his voice. He looked at her with those puppy dog eyes, and a rush of unexpected warmth filled her chest.

Had he perhaps had a drink before coming here?

His theatrics were confusing, stirring feelings she wasn’t ready to face.

“I’m sorry,” She muttered before she could stop herself. “Sometimes, I get lost in my thoughts…” She explained, surprised at her urge to justify herself. Ewan didn’t deserve that.

“Then I’m not a good companion, huh? If your thoughts are…”

“Ewan, stop.” It was her turn to scold him.

The way he raised his brow—so achingly attractive—didn’t help matters either, making her resolve soften.

“Stop talking, and quit making those expressions with your face.”

Ewan held back a laugh. If she weren’t as impenetrable as he once believed, maybe that was a good sign?

“I am grateful for the research, and I appreciate you sharing it with me. But I really should take my leave now…”

“You haven’t finished your ice cream yet. Should I order a takeaway for you?”

Athena shook her head, unable to suppress a smile as it danced across her lips. “Ewan, it’s okay. About the mole—get ready. You might be following me to confront the bastard. Aiden is currently unavailable.”

Ewan rose to his feet in sync with her, his brow furrowing as he contemplated Aiden’s absence, thrilled at the prospect of accompanying her again. “Is he unwell?”

Athena pursed her lips, then nodded. “A case of special dysentery.”

Ewan laughed, unable to contain himself, and guffawed even harder when Athena joined in. “You know he’s going to kill you when he finds out you told me…”

Still chuckling, Athena waved his words away. “I’ll survive. You won’t, though, if you try to play games with me concerning my children…”

Ewan’s laughter sputtered to a halt as tension wrapped around them like a tightening noose. “Sure…” He muttered, inhaling deeply. “It won’t happen again.”