My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 533

Chapter 533: A crazy stunt meant for a crazy man.

"Took you long enough."

Ashley’s words echoed through the silent room.

She smirked before turning back to the computer, typing as if she hadn’t just shattered everything they thought they knew.

Behind her, the men stood with their mouths hanging open.

Gin’s knees gave out dramatically. He dropped to the floor and stared at Ashley’s back.

"No way," Rum breathed. "That... that’s impossible."

Khan, Rus, Nelek, and Warriyo were equally speechless. Their gazes shifted between Ashley and the windows opening across the monitors in rapid succession.

She wasn’t even seated. Yet her fingers moved effortlessly over the keyboard, calling up streams of information they could barely follow.

Vodka, Red, Rum, and Gin weren’t faring any better.

Their minds raced through everything they knew about Ghost—from the legend’s history to Ghost’s unexpected decision to become Dominion’s ally.

Then it finally clicked.

For a long time, they had wondered why someone like Ghost would ever work for a loser like Marshal Di Carpio. Ghost’s eventual decision to support Dominion had seemed just as baffling.

Now, the answer stood before them.

Ghost had never worked for Marshal.

Ghost had been working for Ashley.

That was why traces of Ghost appeared wherever Ashley went. It had always seemed like a coincidence because Ghost never revealed their presence unless necessary.

More importantly, Ashley was nothing like the image the underground had created of the legendary hacker.

Ghost was supposed to be an elusive and terrifying figure—a faceless shadow capable of infiltrating even the most secure systems in the world.

Ashley Di Carpio, meanwhile, was a wife, a mother, a businesswoman, and Marshal’s seemingly obedient daughter.

No one would have imagined they were the same person.

"All this time..." Nelek slowly turned toward Khan. "We’ve been working for her."

Before joining Ashley, Khan and his men had made plans of their own.

They had accepted the job of abducting Lucian’s sweet little wife in exchange for their freedom. Once they secured it, they intended to travel the world in search of one person.

Ghost.

If they succeeded, they were prepared to worship the ground Ghost walked on, crawl at Ghost’s feet, and beg to be accepted as disciples.

Surely, Ghost could find some use for them.

And if they failed, they would keep searching until they succeeded.

It wasn’t a sophisticated plan, but they had believed the reward would be worth everything.

Who would have thought the person they had been working for all this time was the same person they had been willing to worship?

Is this a blessing? Khan wondered.

Of all the people the Madam could have been, she just had to be the one they had dreamed of working for.

What had Khan, Nelek, Rus, and Warriyo possibly done in their pathetic lives to have their dream granted without them even realizing it?

Only one person in the room didn’t share their shock.

Tank.

He studied their dumbfounded expressions before tilting his head.

I thought they figured it out during the last mission.

Because Tank had.

Ashley had never told him, but everything she had done pointed toward Ghost.

The chaos and carnage during the operation might have seemed senseless to others, but there had been precision beneath it all. Every part of the attack had been calculated down to the smallest detail.

The biggest clue had been Ashley’s instructions to Khan on how to destroy the base.

Those orders hadn’t been random.

Then again, Tank supposed he couldn’t blame the others for failing to notice. He doubted any of them had taken the time to study the final reports.

If they had examined the aerial photographs of what remained of the base, they might have recognized Ghost’s signature.

Still, Red and Khan had been busy helping their men recover from the mission. Both had also taken official positions as Ashley’s right and left hands, giving them new responsibilities within her growing empire.

Perhaps they simply hadn’t had time to connect the dots.

"See?" Ashley’s voice finally snapped everyone out of their trance.

She stepped away from the computer, crossed her arms, and studied the information covering the screens.

To anyone unfamiliar with hacking, the display would have looked like an incomprehensible mess. Although not everyone in here specialized in it, they could at least recognize the marks scattered across the screen.

Locations.

"I can’t find that idiot..." Ashley trailed off when a chat box suddenly appeared in the center of the largest monitor.

The sender didn’t have a name.

The message itself, however, made their identity obvious.

[WHY ARE YOU STALKING ME?!]

Ashley clicked her tongue and glanced over her shoulder.

Her men were still staring blankly at her like a group of idiots.

[Leave me alone! Please!]

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