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

Chapter 339: Fiona’s Truth VI

What else are these two not privy to? Morgan gnashed his teeth bitterly, openly glaring at Ewan, unable to help

it. They seemed to be an encyclopedia—with the amount of information they literally had about him, about

everyone, about everything.

Just how far did their tendrils reach? He bit his lips, unable to suppress the loathing coursing through his veins,

immersing himself in the feeling of his pathetic helplessness.

How did Ewan find out about the necklace? If the Wolfsbane knew, then Athena knew too.

Morgan held in a scoff. The only thing he had managed to accomplish concerning Athena was bringing her close

to her ex-husband.

If he had known the truth—if he’d realized she was a labyrinth of mysteries—he wouldn't be in this mess. Instead

of playing manipulative games, he'd have run, or worse, killed her while he had the chance, instead of

entertaining the idea of sleeping with her.

"Are you contemplating whether you should continue with the truth?" Sandro asked, folding his arms across his

chest. His hateful stare was enough to make Morgan shrink.

Probably Phanthom or Hawk. Morgan concluded, wise enough to understand that Sandro and Zane’s lack of

surprise when they stepped into the room was a possible indication that, at one time, they had been part of the

Demon viper’s gang.

He shuddered before he could help it, disgusted with his earlier pride which had preceded his fall.

"We won't be asking that question again..." Zane added, leaning forward, hands on his knees.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm not one for jewelry." Morgan swallowed hard when Ewan raised an

eyebrow, a chilly smile playing on his lips.

"Not one for jewelry?" Ewan echoed.

"Yes." Morgan insisted, managing to keep his voice steady. His bravado wavered, however, when Ewan left his

position and sauntered toward him—Ilike a lion stalking its prey—with that scold smile still in place.

"Are you sure about that, Morgan?" Ewan collected a knife from Connor—who had delivered it, seeing the intent

in his former boss's eyes.

This time, Morgan had no words.

And when Ewan raised the knife to stab him, somewhere—anywhere; Morgan was too consumed by fright to

note the exact stabbing location—he cried out like a banshee, causing laughter to spill from the mouths of the

others.

"I know the necklace..."

Ewan smiled even more, patting Morgan's shoulder with the knife. "Good call, Morgan. Good call."

He paused, standing to his full height, then retraced his steps back to his seat. "Now, speak. What does this

necklace open? I'm quite sure it’s a key to something..." His finger pointed at the necklace, which had a unique

design, albeit resembling a key nonetheless.

Morgan's shoulders sagged further; accepting the reality that he was no match for the people before him—there

was no use fighting an already-lost battle. He actually pitied whomever had hired him for this dirty work. Seeing

the situation, he knew the man would have a worse fate than he had.

"It opens a box." He finally managed to whisper.

"And where is this box? What is the content of this box?" Ewan continued the interrogation, while Athena perked

up, hoping for more answers.

A slight pause from Morgan before he answered: "The box is in my private residence. It contains the details of

the contract with Crayfish, sfamily heirlooms, and pictures. Nothing much. Nothing of note."

Ewan furrowed his brows, turning to Athena. The latter was glaring intensely at Morgan.

"If you're lying, Morgan, | will be cutting off one of your balls." She hissed, venom in her voice.

"I'm not!" Morgan shouted, note of desperation in his tone. "What I said is the truth." Aware of the rage

overwhelming his interrogator, he didn’t put it pass her to actually go on with the threat.

Athena turned away, her feet stomping rhythmically on the floor, clearly furious.

Ewan sighed, understanding her anger. They had already seen the contract Morgan had with his employer before

the fire that had consumed the hideout—nothing of importance there, except for the coden"Crayfish."

Like him, Athena wanted more.

He sighed again and took his seat. Morgan was really useless. They would have just ended his life, but for the

fact that he had been a source of misery to the people around—and therefore, he had to pay for his crimes.

"Where is your residence?" Ewan asked, needing to cover all details, just in case. "Givecoordinates, and

passcodes, if any are required."

A pause. "And don’t bother mixing lies with the truth here. Because one tiny lie could cost you a part of your

body."

Morgan nodded meekly before he could help it, before divulging a secret even unknown to the closest of his

people, even to Fiona. The twatched as he provided coordinates that weren't familiar to them.

"It seems like you've been lying to your people, Morgan." Ewan observed. "But give us the coordinates of the

ones they know about too. We'll check them out, and any other houses you have."

To all these, Morgan responded with answers while Ewan typed away and sent the coordinates to Spider for

immediate processing.

"Are we checking it out now?" Ewan threw the question to his people.

But Athena shook her head. "We can check it out later. There are other things to take care of right now—other

than going after a glorified idiot’s house."

As she spoke, her focus centered sharply on Morgan.

"I think we should wait for the other chess pieces to move on the board first. It’s not false to say that they—

whoever is sitting atop this game—are watching us. Moving on his house now would be too predictable. Let's

wait it out a little."

Ewan nodded, a different kind of smile—one of pride and sheer love—crossing his face. His gesture was echoed

by the others on his side of the game.

Seeing Athena's hard gaze on Morgan, he knew she had more questions. Hopefully, the latter would have

answers, if he didn’t want to lose sbody parts.

There was no telling if Morgan's silence or failure to answer would only frustrate Athena further.

Meanwhile, Athena appraised Morgan—nothing his pale color and the slim possibility of surviving the next twenty

minutes.

"Tellabout your contract with Bolin Shen. What is your relationship? Do you have anything to do with Master

Shen's death?"

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