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

Chapter 130: Drunken Ewan

After searching all the usual haunts, Sandro and Zane finally found Ewan at a bar, heavily drunk. Worse, he was

slumped at the counter, instead of their private suite.

A wave of frustration washed over Sandro as he noticed spatrons snapping pictures of Ewan’s predicament.

"Damn it," He swore under his breath, urgency propelling him forward. He hurried over to Ewan, with Zane close

on his heels, and gently tapped Ewan’s arm. But his friend was almost dozing off.

"Ewan! Get up! We have to leave," Sandro urged, concern threading through his voice.

Ewan groggily opened his bleary eyes and squinted at them. "Get away from me, you traitors! Are you done

frolicking with Athena?" His words slurred together, a mix of anger and defiance.

Sandro didn’t have tfor this petty squabbling. Instead, he handed Zane his phone along with Ewan’s, and

with a deep, frustrated exhale, he drew Ewan toward him. The sheer weight of his friend felt like deadweight, a

stark contrast to the person he used to know.

Ewan tried to struggle free, but Sandro wasn’t going to let him go. "Make a move again, and I'll throw you in a

pigsty," He warned, feeling every bit of the irritation build within him.

Ewan cursed under his breath but ultimately stopped resisting.

"Good," Sandro muttered triumphantly, starting the dragging process. As he maneuvered Ewan, he heard a thud

on the floor. He turned to see the container of medicine clattering away, and he glanced at Zane, who was

already bending down to retrieve it.

Once they made it back to their private suite, Sandro carefully plopped Ewan into his favorite chair.

"More drinks!" Ewan shouted, flailing his arms in a comical manner, a humorous image given the seriousness of

the situation.

Sandro was tempted to document this spectacle, but the weight of the dark situation on ground held him back.

He couldn't believe that Fiona and her family had stooped this low with their schemes. What other sinister plans

were they orchestrating?

He glanced at Zane, who bore a similar expression of concern and contemplation.

"What are we going to do?" Zane asked, folding his arms across his chest after a drawn-out silence. Ewan had

already nodded off, the adrenaline of the night finally catching up with him.

"We'll wait until after the court case, until Athena can treat him. But that doesn’t mean we should ignore the

family altogether. | think they are long overdue for sinvestigation. I've suspected them for too long, but

Ewan never gave the green light to act."

Zane nodded, his frown deepening. "But | think Athena has everything under control. | can’t shake this feeling

that the case will be an awakening for all of us..." He paused, gauging Sandro’s reaction before continuing. "It's

just a gut feeling."

Sandro remained silent, deciding to shift the conversation. "Where's he going to sleep?" He considered his place,

though it didn’t match the luxury of his friend’s extravagant mansion.

Zane snorted, breaking the tension. "I think Ewan can manage to stay in yours, until everything settles down."

A yawn broke from Ewan then, and he started to search the sofa for something as if it might magically appear.

"Oh well, damn it! I'm videoing this. We can’t lose this moment," Zane said, pulling out his phone with a

mischievous grin.

Sandro couldn’t even hold back his smile this taround, especially as Ewan pouted like a child, adding to the

hilariousness of the situation.

Five minutes later, they were leaving the bar, deliberately ignoring the whispers around them.

"Isn’t that the CEO of Giacometti Industries? What's he doing drunk?"

"Did he lose an important deal?"

"Maybe he lost smoney,"

"Do you think everything is alright at home?"

"It's probably money or women that can make a man like him degenerate."

"But shouldn't he consider his company? His stocks may plunge because of this."

"That wouldn't be surprising. It’s more unstable than the word itself,"

"| think he might have broken up with his fiancée. Was it not earlier today when | saw her with stattooed

guy? Who knows if she’s moved on?"

Sandro paused, locking eyes with Zane, who was supporting Ewan on the other side. Fiona was openly flirting

with another man?

A shared discomfort further settled over them as they both noticed Zack and Alfonso at the far side of the bar,

deep in conversation and drinks.

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"It seems so. But Athena can take care of herself. Like you said, she keeps her cards close to her chest. We'll

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"Athena is Athena."

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He stood over her, brandishing a playful whip, his expression a mix of amusement and something darker.

"I told you not to mess with the children, didn’t I?" He said with a twisted grin, as he landed the whip harshly on

her open private area.

Fiona grunted, experiencing a blend of pain and pleasure.

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"Yet here you are!"

Another lash followed as a sinister smile spread across his face, delighting at her quaking legs.