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

Chapter 251: Long Night XV

None of this makes sense. Athena mused as she went through the stacks of paper on Morgan's desk.

All she could see, from the stacks of papers in the cupboards, on the library shelves, and now on the desk, were

hotel bills, receipts for books, or happliances bought. There was nothing relevant, not even a clue leading to

the drugs, the guns, or even the political figure behind this mess.

Had this been a wasted effort? She wondered, sitting tiredly on the comfortable bed. Should they have waited?

She shook her head immediately. She didn’t think so. If she had waited even one more night, Susan would have

been dead. That made all the efforts worth it.

Sighing wearily, she gave up on the stacks of useless papers and turned to Ewan. Since the search had started,

she had been taking furtive glances at him, and so far he hadn't opened any secret doors. Was it that there were

none here?

She got to her feet in resignation, about to suggest they get out of here, when Ewan, squatting in the eastern

corner of the room, exclaimed, "Aha!" right before a space in the wall caved open.

A safe space? Athena called it, feeling hope flicker in her chest. Maybe they would find something worthwhile!

Quickly, she covered the distance between herself and Ewan, squatting beside him when she reached the spot,

smiling in satisfaction, unable to help it, when she saw another stash of papers nestled with sgold bars, a

gun that had a government insignia, and a journal.

The journal didn’t surprise her; anyone who was a reader often developed the habit of writing as well. In this

case, this was a huge advantage for her.

"Aren't you going to empty the space?" She asked Ewan, noticing his inaction. "Are you sensing sbooby

trap?"

Ewan chuckled softly and shook his head. "Not at all. | just thought you would do the honors..."

Athena hated the pool of satisfaction that swayed comfortably in her belly.

Clicking her tongue in distaste, to Ewan’s chagrin, she collected the journal first.

Ewan followed suit, a little grumpy, retrieving the stash of papers.

They both sat on the ground, as if sharing the sthought that most likely the president's secret society was

already nearby, and they didn’t want the latter to have these findings.

"What do you have there?" Ewan asked, dropping the papers that depicted skind of transaction between

Morgan and a man with the code nCrayfish. Ewan hadn't seen any code nso ridiculous.

"Names of people he has been sent to kill, along with the names of government officials who wanted them

dead." Athena's voice was tainted with awe and excitement.

Ewan’s mouth opened slightly. "Really?" He asked, shifting closer to Athena so that he could glance into the

book.

Athena, not pleased with the closeness, cleared her throat, stood up, and walked hastily to the desk. She splayed

the book on the table and continued reading.

Ewan wasn’t sure what happened, but he was curious about the journal. So he got to his feet and walked to the

desk, peering down at the journal.

"Wow..." He muttered, recognizing the names of prominent men in government, including a few religious figures.

"This is a goldmine."

Athena nodded in agreement. "A backup plan in case things go awry. He could literally survive on this. One name

here would cost more than a million dollars."

"Have you seen the nattached to yours?" Ewan asked after a few moments of watching Athena flip the

pages.

Athena shook her head, flipping faster, skimming through the names. There were so many, and they weren't

even arranged in alphabetical order; rather, they were listed in the order of assassination.

She paused and skipped to the latter parts of the book, smiling when she saw the year tagged to that section; it

was the year she first met the Scorpion’s gang.

"There's your name!" Ewan exclaimed, pointing at the row titled Athena Caddels.

"Hired by the CIA?" Ewan pursed his lips in disbelief. "I thought you worked for them?"

"I thought so too," Athena muttered—shock replacing the eagerness to find out how Ewan knew she had worked

for the CIA—tracing her name.

"What do you think happened? Did scase not go as planned?"

Athena clamped her mouth shut here; she wasn’t going to talk about this with Ewan. The only one who deserved

this explanation was Susan, seeing as it was the mission that claimed her mother’s life.

Pain numbed Athena’s heart as memories of that night flooded her mind. The CIA? How could they? She had

suspected it though, which was why she had resigned. Still, to be confronted with the truth didn’t make

swallowing it any easier.

Was the boss aware of this? What about Shawn and Eric?

"Athena, can’t you cutsslack, seeing as I'm being helpful here?" Ewan pressed on, cutting Athena's

thoughts short.

"I didn’t ask for your help, Ewan. You offered it. Don’t try to ask for favors because of that. My story is mine to

tell." Athena retorted sharply, angrily, without looking at Ewan, whose eyes dulled with hurt.

"I'm sorry. | just..." He let it go. Hadn't he promised himself that he wouldn't push her, that he wouldn't push

sthings? "Check the second attempt then. Let's see who is behind all this nonsense."

Athena, hearing Ewan’s rough tone, knew he was angry, but she just didn’t care. Still, she hastened to the next

page and the next page until she saw her name, only that the sender was blank. They looked at each other in

confusion.

"Could it be a vendetta?" She murmured, astonished.

Ewan shook his head. "He couldn’t have invented the drugs. Someone is working with him. Maybe he didn’t think

to put the ndown, perhaps because he hasn't finished the job?"

Athena wasn’t sure. He hadn't finished the job two years ago.

She was about to state this fact when a wheezing sound echoed in the room, like the spray can she had given

Ewan earlier. She instantly turned to see what was going on.

"Did you hear that?" She asked Ewan, inhaling the air, her eyes widening when she perceived the dangerous

gas.

"Ewan, quick! We have to get out of here!!"

As she spoke, she hurried to the side of the wall through which they had first stepped into the room, glaring at

Ewan, who had made a stop at the safe place.

"What are you doing? Get out of there!" She shouted, noticing that the gas was actually coming out of that spot.

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