Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 289

Chapter 289: Secret Operations
“Are you not going to tell me why we are on this mission an hour early?” Ewan asked Athena, peering through the large, scratched window of the flying aircraft, his voice laced with a gruffness he couldn’t quite mask.

Below them, clouds swirled like cotton candy against the deep blue of the sky, but his gaze remained distant, lost in his thoughts.

He had anticipated being alone on this mission with Athena, relishing the opportunity to converse with her about everything and nothing, perhaps laying the groundwork for a better relationship. However, his hopes had been dashed when he stepped onto the aircraft and saw Aiden seated beside her.

A flicker of irritation surged within him—what had changed her mind? Something must have happened last night, something he wasn’t privy to and might never uncover.

“An emergency came up,” Athena replied simply, her voice steady and cool as she studied him, narrowing her eyes in an attempt to decipher the reasons behind his annoyance. Had he left an important meeting for this?

“If you had been in a meeting, I apologize for the interruption. But you would have informed me about this matter. You would have stayed back too… I would have understood,” She continued, still fixing her gaze on him, willing him to meet her eyes.

But Ewan wouldn’t oblige; instead, his focus shifted to Aiden, a hot glare settling on the older man. He had always respected the latter, but now he felt the overwhelming urge to toss him out of the airplane.

“Is there anything the matter, Ewan?” Aiden asked, his tone light despite suspecting the reason for Ewan’s annoyance. A smug smile tugged at the corners of his lips too, making Ewan mutter a soft curse under his breath and turn back to the window.

Athena felt caught in the crossfire of their tension, darting glances between Aiden and Ewan. What was going on between them?

Analyzing the situation only added to the chaos swirling in her mind, so she abandoned the topic. They had too much to accomplish today, and it would be best for her to focus.

Just as she was about to direct her thoughts back to the mission, Ewan’s voice cut through the hum of the aircraft’s engines again.

“What was the emergency?”

For a few seconds, Athena simply stared at Ewan. He continued to gaze out the window, as if something important lay beyond the clouds. What was with these monotone questions that felt disjointed? Did he think she was up for this?

“Look at me when you are addressing me, Ewan. I’m not one of your assistants,” She stated somberly, feeling pity for his neck as she noted the speed at which he jerked his head to face her, an apology glimmering in his eyes.

“Sorry…” He muttered, meeting her gaze unsteadily.

She couldn’t help but wonder why he was uncomfortable. Did he dislike flying, or was it something deeper?

“It’s okay…” She murmured, letting the matter drop. “According to our sources, the two others who introduced Alvarez to the operation are about to travel to the eastern continent in the next hour. We don’t know when next they’ll be in the country if we let them go. So we have to make our move now. All things are in place. We just have to do our part.”

Ewan nodded thoughtfully. “Do you think they will confess once we capture them? Do you think they have direct contact with whoever the mastermind is?”

Athena and Aiden exchanged a furtive glance.

“We are not sure,” Aiden answered, setting aside his earlier smugness. It was time for serious business. “But at least we should be able to gather some information that will move us forward…”

“…and cripple whoever is behind this,” Athena added, glancing out the window. Based on the time, they would soon be arriving at their destination.

She inhaled deeply, bracing herself for the inevitable confrontation with old acquaintances.

Ten minutes later, the plane touched down at the designated port, and the trio disembarked, immediately ushered into a sleek black Mercedes-Benz S-Class, its tinted windows providing an air of secrecy.

“Are you ready?” Aiden asked his colleagues as they cruised five minutes out from the residence their sources had provided—a location where, luckily for them, the two culprits had decided to rendezvous before their impending journey.

Athena and Ewan nodded in unison. They were both born ready.

“Are all the others in position?” He asked the driver, who was also an agent. The driver gave a curt nod.

“Everything is as arranged, sir.”

“Good,” Aiden muttered, although his hands shook frantically at the thought. He tucked them beneath his thighs, trying to hide his nervousness. One of the men he was about to arrest was a cousin to his ex-wife—her favorite cousin.

For hours, he had wrestled with the thought of giving her a heads-up, but each time he rejected the idea. This was a covert operation and could not be compromised. He didn’t trust her to keep the matter secret; he doubted she would prioritize loyalty to the country over her cousin.

Besides, she wouldn’t even answer his calls unless it was time for him to visit their daughter. And that time was far away.

Moments later, they arrived at the doorstep of the whitewashed mansion, which appeared ordinary to a bystander. However, Athena could tell by the quality of the windows and the woodwork that it was a million-dollar project. She knocked firmly on the door.

“Do you think they are around?” Ewan asked, scanning the neighborhood. It seemed family-oriented, evidenced by the small bicycles parked on the porches of most houses. Did these culprits of theirs live here with their families? That would complicate matters if it were true.

Just then, the door swung open, revealing a tall, burly man standing on the other side, regarding them with narrowed eyes.

Ewan maintained a blank, unsuspecting expression, even though he knew that the man before them, with a frown etched on his face, was one of the most dangerous mercenaries in the black web.

Spider had given him premium information about this operation. Still was.