Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320: Finding Morgan X

"Thank you," Athena muttered, albeit gratefully, accepting the white silky handkerchief Ewan gave to her to wipe the bloodstains off her face and neck. "I’ll have it washed, ironed, and ready before the next time we see..."

Ewan laughed heartily in response. "How will you know the next time we see..."

Athena opened her mouth to give a reply, but Ewan beat her to it.

"Never mind. You can keep the handkerchief." A shrug. "As a keepsake..." He added after a pause, smiling when he saw a genuine, soft smile perch on Athena’s lips.

He was much satisfied about this, since the only smile that had besotted her lips since their encounter with Morgan—up until this moment—was a sinister one, a cruel one that only an evil stepmother could pull off.

Meanwhile, the ’soft genuine smile’ faded from Athena’s lips while she wiped her face of blood stains, as she watched Morgan and his two men being led into the back of the black van Ewan’s men had come with.

They had followed the back door of the hotel’s entrance, since this wasn’t their terrain and their influence didn’t cover this area. This area all belonged to Philemon, the head of another crazy gang.

And yet... Athena paused her lips, noting the throng of about ten to fifteen men approaching them.

She drew in a gentle breath, remaining planted like a rock beside Ewan, watching as Ewan’s men, after closing the van’s back door, stood before them, forming a protective wall—just in case things went south.

But Athena was tired.

Who were these people? Morgan’s gang members? She thought, her eyes scanning their biker attire—sleeveless leather jackets over leather tight pants—settling when she found no scorpion tattoo on their arms. Maybe they had it somewhere else?

When Ewan moved away from her, however, her breath caught. She held him back by the arm.

"What are you doing?" She asked, a frown on her face.

Ewan spared her a gentle glance. "Someone has to talk to Philemon,"

Athena’s brows furrowed, but she turned and started searching for Philemon, her hand not leaving Ewan’s arm still.

Her nostrils flared the next moment when she beheld the male, Philemon, staring at her lustfully—she had done her research on him and had stumbled on his picture, with Ewan’s help, though.

For a split second, she was too conscious, wondering if, in the bright daylight, her gown was now see-through—she almost sank into Ewan for cover... if she could.

She sighed in part exasperation and relief, her thoughts fading away when Ewan came to stand before her.

Exasperation, because her body tingled again at that movement, at that show of his care for her.

"Philemon, long time..." Ewan’s chilly voice dragged her away from her betraying thoughts.

Philemon, a ruddy male who was as tall as he was wide—looking more like a giant than a normal human—flashed crooked brown teeth in response, closing the distance between himself and Ewan.

"Long time no see, Wolfsbane. Oops, does she..."

"She knows, no need," Ewan replied, not intimidated by the sheer size of his old foe, a smug smile on his lips, knowing the play that Philemon had wanted to indulge in.

Again, he was glad he had told Athena about his past; otherwise, how would he have gotten away with the recent saves, with Philemon’s runny mouth?

"Oh, I see," Philemon murmured, a scowl masking his face—displeased that he had been outplayed.

"Still got your smarty pants on. You’re lucky I value my Ruby’s life and her wishes..."

Ewan had nothing to say in that regard. "Are you going to be a problem then, since you’ve brought some of your people?"

Philemon shrugged his shoulders, which Athena was sure could knock down a hefty part of a building. "Not unless you want it. I’m just here because I’m curious. Although I’m not happy you’re the one who finally gets to catch that slimy pig. Can I see his face?"

Ewan raised a brow, then nodded at one of his agents. The fellow, quite big, scowled at Philemon—no matter that the latter was taller than him by some inches—before moving to open the back door of the van.

Philemon stepped back and peered into the van, in the company of most of his men.

"Hello, Morgan..."

Athena wished she could step closer and see Morgan’s expression upon seeing another foe, but her dislike for Philemon kept her firmly behind Ewan, although she popped her head aside to watch the huge male.

"Well, I’m sure Wolfsbane has a lot of plans for you," Philemon turned to Ewan then. "Do you still have Connor on your side?"

Ewan gave a short nod.

Philemon laughed, turning back to the van’s interior.

"Morgan, did you hear that? Since you’re here, it means Connor will have the pleasure of sampling you before the government. Though I doubt there’ll be much left of you when that maniac is done with you and your people."

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