My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: Time Is Precious

"Hello, Dominion."

Gustav held his breath as he raised his brows, studying the exposed tattoos on the man’s wrist and neck. He glanced at the guards standing meters away from the man, then back at the man himself.

"How did he get in?" he asked under his breath, directing the question to Gin.

Gin pressed his lips together, already having a slight idea how. After all, this was a company, and they could only monitor so much. Not everyone in the building was a member of Dominion, even though most of the top positions were held by them.

Not to mention, this entire place was not under their control. This was neither their territory nor the White Serpents.

As Gustav studied the man from head to toe, Lukas had already moved forward. Gustav’s brows knitted as he watched Lukas march ahead.

"Interesting," Lukas stopped a few steps away from Silvestre. "A member of the White Serpent walking into a place he shouldn’t be. It seems the White Serpent truly has some big balls. I wonder where the confidence is coming from?"

Silvestre chuckled and shrugged. "It’s a matter of importance."

"Didn’t the White Serpent receive our message not long ago?"

After all, when Lucian and Gustav found out that the White Serpent had infiltrated Shyaan’s charity ball and drugged Lucian, Dominion had sent a warning and a demand — one that included the head of the person responsible.

The White Serpent had cooperated, but here they were again.

Silvestre smiled from ear to ear, tipping his sunglasses down and looking at Lukas over the rim.

"Mister Left Hand, can you send a message to your boss?" He tilted his head to the side. "Tell him... that the boss of the White Serpent came personally to speak with him."

Lukas furrowed his brows. "Boss?"

Silvestre simply smiled and shrugged before shifting his eyes to Gustav. The latter had walked closer, stopping beside Lukas.

Gustav studied the man from head to toe. Lukas glanced at him as well, unsure what to say. After all, even though they had every reason to turn Silvestre away, that was for Lucian to decide.

Not that they believed he was the boss, but the tattoos peeking out from his body told them he was far from a nobody within the White Serpent. They knew little about the White Serpents’ new boss, but there was one thing they did know: the bigger the snake tattoo a person had, the higher their position.

Without taking his eyes off him, Gustav raised his phone and tried to call Lucian one last time. If the big boss didn’t answer, he would have no choice but to make a decision himself.

Surprisingly, Lucian finally picked up. Turning his back to them, Gustav spoke quietly, filling Lucian in on the situation.

Lucian’s reply was brief.

"I’ll be there."

*****

Since Lucian decided to hear what Silvestre had to say, Gustav ordered his men to let him in. Silvestre was led to a smaller conference room with glass walls, visible to anyone outside.

Gustav and Lukas kept him company inside.

Meanwhile, Gin stayed outside, watching as Silvestre settled at the end of the small oval table.

"What’s going on?" Gin muttered near the reception desk, his eyes fixed on the people inside. "What does the White Serpent think they’re doing?"

Tank was already beside him, having rushed over the moment he heard. Leaning against the reception desk, he watched as well. It didn’t seem like anyone was talking — Gustav and Lukas kept their eyes on Silvestre without saying a word, while Silvestre simply leaned back in his seat, smiling at the two of them.

Even Tank couldn’t help but wonder what kind of sick game the White Serpent was playing.

Inside the private conference room, Silvestre chuckled.

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