My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: Step Down

Meanwhile, somewhere in the world...

A woman in a smart suit hurried toward the lift as it opened.

"Sir—Sir Gustav!" the woman called out nervously, stopping dead in her tracks.

Gustav glanced at her, his strides steady and calm. In his hand was a large black duffel bag.

"Cancel her entire schedule for the day," he said as he walked past the woman.

"But—" the secretary gasped slightly before hurrying to follow him. "Sir Gustav, Miss Nikki has a lot of important meetings today. Some of them have been booked since last year."

Gustav’s expression didn’t change, nor did his steps slow as he headed straight to where Nikki was.

"Sir Gustav..."

Gustav stopped in front of the large doors and turned to her. The second his eyes landed on her, her shoulders stiffened, and her throat tightened.

Her throat bobbed as she gulped. "I’ll cancel everything, sir."

With that, she took a few steps back while Gustav reached for the door and walked inside. When she lifted her head, she bit her lip, staring at the door worriedly.

"My God," she whispered, biting the tip of her thumb before quickly pulling out her phone. Speed-dialing, she spoke as soon as the line connected.

"Bring in an ambulance... just in case," she ordered. "Sir Gustav is here."

At the same time, Gustav stopped a few steps inside the conference room. The door automatically swung closed behind him, leaving the faint echo of its quiet creak.

"As for this—" the presenter at the front paused at the sight of the intruder.

Everyone seated around the long conference table turned toward Gustav. Some furrowed their brows, while others looked surprised enough of a reaction to show who knew him and who didn’t. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

At the end of the long oval table sat a woman.

The corner of her red lips curled up, her long lashes fluttering as her naturally foxy eyes narrowed slightly. She sat with one leg crossed over the other, her arm resting on the armrest; the air around her exuded calmness.

"Who is he?" one of the people inside wondered aloud, glancing at the others.

But before anyone could answer, the CEO of the company, Nikki, spoke.

"Gustav," she hummed. "What brings you here?"

Gustav stared coldly at Nikki, then at everyone else. Without a word, he approached the table and stopped at the opposite end. He dropped his duffel bag on the table, making several people raise their brows.

Those seated near him gasped as soon as he unzipped the bag. Nikki, on the other hand, arched a brow as she watched Gustav pull out a rifle part.

Gustav swiftly and quietly assembled the rifle right in front of everyone, causing panic among those unfamiliar with him. As for the others, they glanced at Nikki and then snapped their heads back toward Gustav.

For those in Dominion, something like this was very familiar.

It was part of their torture methods—making their target watch as they prepared their weapons, whether guns, knives, or any tool, for added psychological pressure.

The question was, who had Gustav come here for today?

"Sir Gustav!" When one of the people couldn’t take it anymore, he jumped from his seat. "Sir Gustav, what are you doing—"

BANG!

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