Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 404

Chapter 404: Privacy

"So, how do we move?"

The entire gang was gathered in old Mr. Thorne’s living room, everyone present except Aiden, who was still on his way.

Ewan sat on the same sofa with Athena, posture straight, his voice firm as he finished briefing the gang about the entire matter.

Susan leaned forward, tapping her fingers against her knee as she spoke. "We can divide ourselves into two, our men too. Our trackers have confirmed the location that Athena talked about... we just need a little more time for the exact place where they kept Ciara’s family."

Athena excused herself quietly, rising from the sofa and slipping into the smaller sitting room next door. She pulled out her phone, dialing Antonio.

"Heyyy, beauty. How are you doing?"

"I’m fine, thank you. How are you?"

The small talk flowed easily, Antonio’s light tone tugging a smile from her despite the heaviness in her chest. He was trying to distract her, to take her mind off the storm swirling in the state.

"Are we still going to the cinema today?"

Athena palmed her forehead, suddenly remembering. She had slotted that time into the hours she’d already reserved for the lab and the cure.

"Athena..."

"Yes." She muttered softly. "It’s still on. But I won’t be staying long."

"That’s okay," Antonio said warmly. "The movie isn’t that long, anyway."

Athena tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, lowering her voice, getting to the main reason she had called him. "So, about the tracker you mentioned... were you able to reach him?"

"No. Maybe he changed lines? I haven’t been able to contact his brother either. But I’ll keep trying."

"Okay. Thank you, Antonio. See you soon."

She ended the call, patting herself on the back for keeping the frustration out of her voice. But it simmered underneath, sharp and restless.

Her phone buzzed again. She had pinged her data connection before making the call, and now realized that she had been added into a new group chat.

Relief loosened her shoulders when she saw which one it was—her children’s small circle in the black web. Their name tags lit up the chat, already sending her greetings.

She smiled, thumbs flying as she responded. Immediately, she dropped a message of her own: a query on the matter at hand—Ciara’s troubles alone.

She became aware of a presence in the room, a shadow of someone standing too close. Ewan.

"Are you okay? You left abruptly..."

"Yes," she said, slipping the phone down a little. "I had to confirm from Antonio if he finally was able to get his tracker to cooperate."

"And did he?" His brow furrowed as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his well tailored navy blue trousers.

Athena shook her head. "But I was able to get into the children’s small circle in the black web." She opened the group and handed the phone to him.

"This is good..." he muttered, eyes scanning quickly—until his expression shifted, hardening into a scowl.

Curious, Athena leaned closer, peering over his arm. A flicker of unease twisted in her stomach as she realized Antonio had sent her a message: a picture and a text.

She watched, like in a trance, as Ewan tapped on the message without hesitation, while she watched and did nothing. Later, she would wonder why.

Why she hadn’t taken the phone from him; why he had felt the need to see the message; why he was at ease operating her phone; why he bothered breaching her privacy if he was really a gentleman.

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