Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 245

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Chapter 245: Long Night IX

"So, Ewan, how is it going with the company and the fire outbreak? Have you discovered anything new yet? Have you gotten any other messages from the unknown number?" Old Mr. Thorne asked as they all settled into the sofas in the smaller sitting room.

Gianna and Old Mrs. Thorne had whisked the children away to tuck them in, leaving in the room, Ewan with his friends, Old Mr. Thorne, Athena, Aiden, and Antonio.

Ewan hesitated, his eyes flitting through everyone in the room as if checking to see if they were trustworthy. Sensing his uncertainty, Athena seized the opportunity to send Antonio on his way. It was half past nine now.

"Antonio, didn’t you say you had an early meeting tomorrow and a late meeting tonight with Herbert?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

Antonio, who had been eager for this latter part of the meeting, furrowed his brows and turned to Athena.

He nodded however, remembering that he had actually told her so.

Clearing his throat, he got to his feet, kissed her on the lips before she could turn her cheeks away—much to Ewan’s chagrin—and said his goodbyes.

"I will see you tomorrow then, my love," He said, flashing a charming smile.

Athena nodded, smiling back at him, but once he left, Zane scoffed, unable to help it. "He’s just showing off," He muttered as Gianna and Old Mrs. Thorne returned to the sitting room.

Athena laughed, amused by the banter. "You’ve got a problem with that, Zane?"

Zane shrugged, his expression turning serious. "Not as I do with his supposed meeting with my father. I spoke with my father before I left the house; he never mentioned a meeting with Antonio."

Athena raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "You’re not really saying that your father tells you everything?"

Zane paused, then scoffed again. "Well, that’s none of my business."

Athena found his reaction interesting; she exchanged a furtive glance with Aiden, who seemed to share her thoughts. "Zane, don’t tell me you’re jealous of Antonio’s huge strides in your father’s company and the budding relationship with your old man... you know you’re the heir to the throne, right?"

"Who said I was jealous? It’s just suspicious that he appeared on the scene the day of your court case, and the next day, he’s occupying one of the managerial positions at the company—headquarters at that! My father thinks he’s qualified, but the entitled rich brat hasn’t even taken his own father’s business seriously, where he is the heir, so why mine?"

An amusing silence enveloped the room until

Florence broke it with a laugh. She found the scene delightful. Zane was jealous. What a sight to behold! "Young man, let it go. Maybe he doesn’t like his father?"

Zack scoffed, reclining deeper into his chair. "I just wish he would leave... no offense, Athena."

Athena chuckled. "None taken, but he’s not going anywhere." _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}

Ewan frowned before he could help it. Why was she so besotted with Antonio? Or was it just a feeling of indebtedness? Was she dating him out of pity?

The thought unnerved him. He gripped his knee. He couldn’t let her enter another failed relationship—dating someone out of pity would surely lead down that path; and he had promised the children to keep them safe. But what could he do?

"So, Ewan, my question, before Zane digressed..." Old Mr. Thorne prompted, pulling Ewan back into the conversation. "Any more messages from the strange caller?"

Ewan nodded, resolute this time. "Yes, it’s Morgan."

A certain stillness descended upon the room, even though they all recognized, to some extent, that the gang was behind the fire outbreak.

"He called me and said that if I didn’t deliver Fiona to him soon... he referred to her as Morgana, but I knew it was her." Ewan paused, gathering his thoughts. "Well, he said if I didn’t comply, he would burn more sections of my company. He also spoke about knowing the children’s school and the current location of Kathleen and Old Mrs. Thorne. At that time, he mentioned they were at a beauty parlor."

Old Mr. Thorne clenched his fists, his anger building at the blatant threat to his family and what he cherished most. It was time to put an end to that gang.