My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 535

Chapter 535: Welcome to Volume IV

[Welcome to Volume IV]

"Marshal has fallen. That puts us at a disadvantage."

"A disadvantage?" another voice scoffed. "We all knew that fool would fail. He was bound to get himself killed sooner or later."

"Even in failure, Marshal gave us what we wanted," a third voice countered. "Perhaps even more than we expected."

"More?" someone challenged. "I don’t see how we gained anything beyond our original objective."

"If anything, his downfall might have exposed this board."

"Lucian has always been a problem," another voice cut in. "Thirty percent of Dominion remains loyal to Black Dragon. As long as Lucian is alive, he will continue to be a thorn in our side. Now, that wife of his has become another problem."

"Blaming one another will accomplish nothing. We’ve already identified the threat. Lucian married a remarkably capable woman, which means we now have two people to worry about. The only question that matters is this: How do we eliminate them?"

Silence followed.

The vast conference room was empty. A long table stretched across its center, surrounded by vacant chairs. A tablet had been placed before each seat, their glowing screens representing the board members attending from different parts of the world.

Their voices filled the room, but their faces remained hidden.

"When this board was created, we understood the consequences of opposing Lucian."

A man’s cool voice silenced the others.

"Everything remains under control," he continued. "In fact, events are unfolding precisely as planned."

"Planned?" an angry voice demanded. "You call this part of the plan?"

"Yes." The man sounded almost amused. "Isn’t that right, Memphis?"

The room fell silent.

Behind their screens, the board members froze.

As far as they knew, Memphis had never been part of this board. He shouldn’t have known about its existence, much less gained access to one of its meetings.

Yet inside the dim conference room, a figure stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He drew slowly on his cigar before releasing a stream of smoke into the air.

"We still have the upper hand," Memphis declared, confirming his presence.

Several voices erupted at once.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"How did he get access?"

"What exactly is going on?"

Some members expressed their outrage openly. Others remained silent, their minds racing as they tried to understand what the secret meeting had become.

The man responsible for inviting Memphis merely smirked.

"As I said, everything is under control." His composed voice carried through the room, silencing the uproar. "Lucian and Ashley are only dangerous if they have the freedom to come after us."

He let the statement settle before continuing.

"But what if they become too busy saving themselves?"

No one answered.

"I invited Memphis here to introduce him as the newest member of this board," the man announced. "He will deal with Lucian, Ashley, and anyone else standing in our way."

His voice remained calm, as though he were discussing an ordinary business arrangement.

"All of you need only provide the necessary resources and wait to reap the benefits." He paused. "Does anyone object?"

Memphis continued smoking, seemingly uninterested in their response.

Just as he expected, one man exploded.

"This is outrageous! Every member of this board agreed to absolute secrecy. How could you invite an outsider without consulting us? Who do you think you are?"

The mysterious man chuckled. "Is that your final answer, Mr. Rossi?"

The furious board member went silent.

His breathing became audible through the speakers.

Their agreement covered more than the matters discussed during meetings. Their identities were also supposed to remain hidden—even from one another.

All they knew was that everyone on the board shared the same goal. Yet the man had identified Mr. Rossi without hesitation.

It wasn’t merely a breach of their agreement.

It was a threat.

"If that is your answer," the cool voice continued, "then I suppose preparing an additional seat at this table is no longer necessary."

"What is that supposed to mean?" a woman demanded.

The man laughed quietly. "Clara, you’re an intelligent woman. Do you truly need me to spell it out for you?"

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