Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 487

Chapter 487: Night Talks

“Are you well rested now?”

Athena raised a brow, watching her grandmother, who had poked her head into the room after a contemplative knock. Her silence informed the older woman that she wasn’t fooled.

But a sigh escaped her lips when Florence entered the room, followed closely by old Mr. Thorne, and then her friends — Chelsea, Gianna, and Areso.

Without asking, she knew that Aiden had implicated her. Seeing as she had just finished a call with him, he had probably informed them that she was still awake by 10:25 p.m.

Somehow, they had known he had been talking with her. They had contacted him, and somehow, he had betrayed her.

She sighed, keeping aside the documents she had collected from the side table — documents that one of Ewan’s assistants had given her to check on. It was more load and stress on her, but she would rather die than admit that she was tired, than give up. She was bent on succeeding.

So far, the news had been taken down — well, in regard to the company. Ewan’s image was left for him to handle. So far, he hadn’t granted an interview.

It wasn’t her business though; her new acquisition was. Already, sales were coming back together, and Spider, in coalition, had repaired the breach in the system.

Even though she had told the former not to bother, he had insisted, using the excuse that she had saved his life.

Not wanting to bother with his possible intention — or if Ewan had a role in that — she had let him be, focusing on the company, which Sandro was handling well in her absence sometimes.

Maybe she should have handed it over to him? But then, it wouldn’t be tasty, nor had it been that since the takeover. Even her children were weary of her.

“Athena…”

She refocused on her visitors, leaving the train of thought that held her captive.

“Ma…” she paused, ruffled her hair, and sat up properly on the bed. She had avoided this meeting for four days now, always citing being busy and all, but it seemed that her luck had run out.

“How are you doing, my dear?”

Together with avoiding the meeting, she had also avoided the dining table. To be honest, it had been exhausting somewhat. She missed talking with her grandparents.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, reclining on the headboard, knees up, hands folded loosely across her chest. “To what do I owe this visit?”

She watched as her friends took positions on the bed, while her grandparents sat on the not-so-long sofa.

Old Mr. Thorne cleared his throat thereafter. “We just want to talk, darling. You have been avoiding us… avoiding this meeting. Even the kids are not happy…”

Athena sighed. She had noticed, but what was she to do, when their eyes held questions about Ewan — questions and answers she had no business dwelling on?

“I’m sorry about that. I’ve just been busy. You know, with the merging, the new acquisition, going to the lab…”

Old Mr. Thorne nodded slowly. “I know… you are bearing more than you can carry, Athena.”

A pause followed where Athena’s lips pressed together thinly.

“Well, at least Aiden has been helpful. Spider too. He told us that the moles in the government house have been caught.”

Athena nodded, glad for the change of topic, even though she knew it would be short-lived.

“Yes. Valentine — chief of the president’s security guards. Can you believe it?”

Florence shrugged. “At least it’s not Colt…”

Athena chuckled drily, a small sound that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “That would have been devastating.”

From what Aiden had told her, Colt, head of the president’s Secret Security Service, had been shaken by the reveal — as Valentine was his cousin — and had also let go of his ego, letting their men do their jobs. The president too.

And there was the secretary, the second mole, whom she had laughed with the first time she came to the president’s office. Athena shook her head then, a small frown pulling at her brows.

“It’s always the ones who usually look innocent,” she muttered, remembering Valentine’s face too. Lanky fellow that looked somewhat like a professor who carried weights.

Chelsea exhaled softly. “At least that part of the puzzle has been solved. Surely, they would lead us to the sponsor, right?”

Athena wasn’t sure. “We are hoping so. But they have been taken to a containment facility, where they would be persuaded to tell the truth.”

They all knew what “persuaded” entailed — the silence showed it.

“Let’s continue hoping, then, that everything will be wrapped up from there,” old Mr. Thorne said. “This matter has gone on for too long.”

A pause.

“So, what about Fiona? Any updates?”

Athena tweaked her lips, shoulders sinking slightly. “We are experiencing some resistance. Spider needs more time to break through the heavy surveillance around the location. We were almost spotted…” She exhaled tiredly, rubbing her temple. “Currently, it’s on a standstill. We are hoping for a miracle.”

A miracle, because the one in charge was the fellow that Spider had a hard time getting around, even with his team.

Gianna rested her head on the wall, eyes half-lidded with fatigue. “Everything will be fine, will fall into its place. Good always triumphs over evil.”

Athena was about to say that it didn’t happen always, but she caught Areso’s eyes — a silent warning — and clamped her mouth shut. Everyone needed that dose of optimism tonight.

Silence presided in the room then, heavy and knowing, as the elephant in the room showcased itself mightily.

Athena, unable to take it anymore and uncomfortable with the side glances, drew her knees to her chest and said, “Out with it, everyone. Ewan. I know you all have your takes. Pour them all out, so that we can all hug and kiss each other goodnight.”

Gianna chuckled, shaking her head. “This is going to be a long night.”

Athena hoped not. She had a meeting with an investor tomorrow, and she didn’t trust Sandro not to sabotage it. As much as she was pleased that he had returned, she was yet skeptical.

“Athena, tell us what you saw. And what you think,” old Mr. Thorne started, also needing to be done with the topic and retire to bed with his wife.

Read Gianna and Zane’s story in Dark revenge of a Jilted Bride!