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

"I am sorry about this, Ewan. I just thought that..."

Thepresidentwouldbedifferent?

Athena bit her lip, recalling Ewan’s words that emphasized the untrustworthiness of anyone in government, including the president.

Despite her own experiences with them firsthand, she had refuted his points twice—only to be hit squarely in the face with harsh reality.

Athena sighed, staring at the far end of the room, unable to meet Ewan’s gaze, unsure of what she would see there. She wasn’t certain she could take it, not with the whirlwind of feelings swirling within her—anger, resentment, confusion, disbelief, along with a bouquet of other emotions she couldn’t quite pin down.

Perhaps it was due to her instinctive survival mode kicking in...

She had assumed that this evening would be a smooth sail, given that the early hours had been anything but. But it seemed she had hoped too soon.

Sighing again, she threw her head back to rest against the taller stack of boxes, seeking the coolness of the surface to calm her racing thoughts.

"I don’t think we should cast the president in a negative light just yet. It’s possible the gang had some awareness of us being here. Maybe there was a watch-person..."

Sandro shook his head sharply, cutting Aiden off. The scowl on his face was evidence of the anger bubbling within him. "This place had been shut down. The sandbags at the exit had just been precautionary measures... even if they had assumed that we would come, they would have trusted there was no way we could have gotten past those bags..."

"Maybe getting the bags out of the way triggered some alarm in their system... maybe the bags are wired..."