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

Chapter 431: Second News

Sandro caught sight of Victoria lingering on the porch. She was backing him, facing the gates, her shoulders

slumped, her lilac-colored dress trailing slightly as though she had nowhere else to go.

His brows drew together. Won't this woman give up? It was late—too late for anyone who wasn’t family to be

hovering in the mansion. What was her plan?

"What are you still doing here at this hour, Victoria?" His voice cut through the silence, even but firm.

Victoria turned, her face a portrait of fragile sorrow. She pressed her fingers to the corner of her eye, forcing out

tears that glistened under the porch’s bright light. Her lips trembled as she whispered, "My fiancé left me. His

family too. They won't let go of smisconceptions."

Sandro’s jaw tightened. Why wouldn't Cedric? he thought grimly. When she spends more energy dangling herself

around Ewan than nurturing her own relationship. It would have been suspicious if the former hadn't noticed the

play.

He exhaled slowly, trying to rein in his impatience. "That's unfortunate. But you can’t stay here, Victoria. Book a

hotel for the night."

"I—" she faltered, clutching at her handbag as if it were her last lifeline. "I don’t have anywhere else to go.

Everything feels so heavy. Please, Sandro... just tonight."

Her doe-like eyes sought his mercy, but he'd seen the act one too many times. First Fiona, and then her.

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled out his phone, transferred her a generous sum, and showed the digital receipt

to her. "There. Enough for a room and more. Now go."

Victoria blinked at the notification on her phone, feigning surprise, then bit her lip. "But... Ewan. | just want to

see him, to talk—"

Sandro’s face hardened. "He's not available. Don’t wait up."

Displeasure flashed across her features, her carefully constructed facade slipping for the briefest second. She

masked it with a sad nod, however, then turned away, dragging her steps like a rejected heroine from a cheap

play.

When Sandro returned to the living room, the atmosphere was drawn on a string, waiting for him. Their trained

gazes on him, a prindicator of their curiosity.

It was Aiden who straightened and asked, "What was that about?"

Sandro waved a hand, dropping onto the armchair with a scoff. "Victoria, crying about her fiancé leaving her.

Pretending she had nowhere to go. | sent her money and told her to leave. She wanted Ewan, of course."

A chorus of scoffs and mutters rippled around the room. Aiden smirked knowingly, while Susan shook her head

with open disdain.

Athena, tucked beside her grandfather, pressed her lips together. So, even here, she was shamelessly asking for

him. Why does it always circle back to Ewan?

The thought clawed at her, though she tried to hide it behind a neutral expression. Maybe she should inform

Antoof this latest update so he would stop disturbing her.

Ewan himself said nothing, but his fingers flexed against his knee. Victoria again. He hated how her nstill

managed to pierce through every layer of peace he tried to hold. Good riddance if her fiancé left her. She was

never meant to stay at his office after all.

The room stayed hushed as Old Mr. Thorne’s cane tapped against the polished floor. His sharp eyes moved from

face to face before landing on the group of agents yet standing by the second doorway, bringing everyone to

focus.

His voice, though calm, carried weight. "Tell me—how did the gang infiltrate my estate?"

The words dropped like a stone in water, rippling tension through every corner of the room.

The agents exchanged uneasy glances, shifting on their feet. One of them cleared his throat, speaking with

measured calm. "Sir, we have no idea how they slipped in. We've maintained all protocols."

Another chimed in, his voice defensive. "We've doubled checks at the gates, screened every vendor, reviewed

the cameras—there was no breach we could trace."

Mr. Thorne leaned back slightly, his cane resting against his knee. His silence was worse than anger, and the

agents began fidgeting under the weight of it.

Susan, arms folded across her chest, tilted her head. "Is any of you missing?"

The men exchanged glances again. At first, all shook their heads in unison. But hesitation crept into one man’s

face. He shifted uncomfortably before muttering, "There... there is one. A guard named Farrell. He hasn't

reported since the afternoon shift."

The silence that followed was brutal.

Old Mr. Thorne’s eyes narrowed. "And why am | hearing about this now?"

The chief of estate security stepped forward, sweat beading on his forehead. His voice wavered. "Sir, I... | was

going to file the report by morning. Farrell had been with us for a year. His record was clean. | didn’t think—"

"You didn’t think," Old Mr. Thorne interrupted, his tone sharp as a blade. "While a mole walks freely in my estate,

feeding enemies information?" His cane struck the floor with a thud that echoed.

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"Yes, sir," the chief stammered, bowing before signaling his men. They hurried out, leaving the room weighted

with suspicion and unease.

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screen. Eric.

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The silence in the room thickened.

Athena's chest tightened as her mind raced. So this is why Kael had mentioned that the celebration was nothing

but a distraction.

She studied each face in the room. There was so much work to be done, regarding the escape of criminals from

the prison, a lot of work even for the state.

She rubbed her face with her free hand, feeling despondent.

Where would they start tracking the cold blooded criminals from?

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