Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 341

Chapter 341: Rain Of Bullets

Morgan’s heart grew weaker and weaker as he struggled to listen to Aiden recount the events that had led up to this moment to the two CIA agents.

From their stance and language, he had gathered that much. The video call that was going on too, on the phone held by one of the agent—seems the boss at CIA was keen on hearing the recap also—only confirmed it.

And when Aiden affirmed, for the second time, that he would be delivered to the government, Morgan’s heart failed him.

He clutched his chest, feeling the organ seize painfully, his heartbeat becoming less regular. His other body tissues and organs moved in that same fallen rhythm. The government? What did that mean? What will become of him? Will he be able to pull any string at all if he should fall into the hands of the President?

"Help..." He croaked out, unable to bear the pain any longer, but in his present condition, it was just a mutter—one that couldn’t be heard by the people around him. It only took the stretching of his bloodied, weary hand to alert everyone that their culprit would soon be joining the afterlife.

They all turned to Athena, waiting for her input.

But the business mogul cum doctor was lost in thought. She was contemplating on rebranding her entire business empire, putting all her companies under one umbrella name—there was no need to hide anymore.

It took Ewan calling her in a calm voice to drag her out of her mental calculations.

"Is there a problem?" She whispered, barely, to Ewan, who shook his head immediately.

"Not at all. Morgan seems to be at the edge of death..."

Athena nodded slowly, appraising Morgan once more. Delivering him to the government as soon as possible was the best course of action, but... she paused and turned to Susan.

"Are you done with him?"

Her question caught everyone by surprise, yet they all focused their attention on Susan—some, especially Ewan’s agents, wondering what the beautiful young lady possibly had to do with Morgan. What had the devil done to her?

Meanwhile, Susan smiled gently at Athena—an appreciative smile that, however, turned cold when she faced Morgan.

"Not yet. I am not done yet. Connor can do the bare minimum for his wounds now. I will take care of the rest. And if it’s okay with you, I’ll deliver him to the president myself. You don’t have to worry about him anymore."

"Of course you will," Athena concurred with a smile, ignoring Morgan’s breathless grunts of pain, of impending death, of ongoing suffering and despair. She believed Susan would make him regret touching her mother; she didn’t need to know how effective Fiona could be as a tool.

Raising her phone, Athena snapped pictures of Morgan and his two accomplices and sent them to the president’s personal line. Phase one of the mission was complete. Then she nodded at Connor, who gladly stepped forward to take Morgan away.

Athena could bet her ass that Connor would do some torturing while treating Morgan. She was happy about that.

"So, these two are for us, then... three if you count the woman with them. Was she part of the operation?" Shawn inquired, gesturing at the crowd of three who were now the center of attention.

"No, she wasn’t. But she’s committed as much problems. You will be depositing them in the black cells. The two males... you know where to keep them. I’ll try to convince the president to toss Morgan in there later, before he’s taken away for the death penalty... and for the woman..."

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