The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife novel Chapter 178

The door opened slowly.

A large–bodied man with a flat face stood before him.

“Mr. Walsh?” he asked in a flat voice.

Steven nodded.

“Please come in.”

Steven stepped into the warehouse with increasingly hesitant steps.

Inside, the room was very large and very empty.

There was only one table in the middle of the room.

And a man sat behind it with his face hidden in shadow.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. Walsh,” the man said in a voice that was smooth but frightening.

Steven looked at that man more carefully.

His face began to become visible as the lamp light faintly illuminated the corner of his desk.

A scar on the left cheek. Sharp and cold eyes. A posture that was calm but threatening.

Steven felt his blood immediately freeze.

He recognized this man.

Not from Vantage Capital Group.

Not from any investment company.

This was Viktor Morozov–one of the names often whispered in investigative journalist circles. A hired enforcer often employed by powerful figures to silence enemies quietly. No traces. No witnesses. Only death that looked like an accident or suicide.

“You…” Steven stepped back. “You’re not from Vantage Capital Group.”

Viktor smiled thinly–a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“No,” he answered in a casual tone. “I’m not.”

Steven tried to turn and run toward the door.

But the large man who had opened the door was already standing blocking his exit.

“Sit, Mr. Walsh,” Viktor ordered in a voice that remained calm.

Steven didn’t move.

The large man pushed him roughly into the chair in front of the desk.

Steven fell into the seat with gasping breath.

“What do you want?” Steven asked in a strangled voice.

Viktor smiled thinly. “Your life.”

“Why?” he asked again in a trembling voice. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Viktor leaned back in his chair casually.

“Because you dared to disturb someone important,” he answered simply.

Steven felt his mind working quickly.

Someone important.

The article he had just written.

Alina Blackwood.

“Daniel Blackwood,” Steven whispered with a pale face. “This is Daniel Blackwood’s doing.”

Viktor didn’t answer.

But his smile widened slightly–enough to confirm Steven’s suspicion.

“Please,” Steven said in a voice beginning to break. “I can retract that article. I can write a clarification. I can say everything was a lie. I’ll do anything-”

“I have a family!” Steven cried out desperately. “I have a wife and children-”

Steven began to cry.

His vision blurred.

His body went limp.

“What was that?” he whispered in an increasingly weak voice.

“Something that will make your family think you experienced an overdose,” Viktor answered in a matter–of–fact tone. “Tomorrow morning you will be found in your car, not far from here. With a suicide note. With what appears to be drug remnants. Police will conclude that you were depressed because of your failed career and chose to end your life.”

Steven felt pain beginning to emerge in his chest.

Breathing became difficult.

“Your final moments will be very painful,” Viktor continued in a tone as if expressing regret. “And I’m sorry for that. But this is the price for having hurt someone under my client’s protection.”

Steven wanted to scream.

Wanted to call for help.

But his voice no longer functioned properly.

Viktor turned to the large man.

“Make sure there are no signs of violence,” he ordered. “I want this to look like a personal decision made by Mr. Walsh.”

“Understood, Boss,” the man answered in a very professional tone- as if they were discussing ordinary business matters, not murder.

Viktor stood and walked toward the door.

He stopped and turned to look at Steven who could now only slump in his chair with a body that no longer responded.

“Oh, and Mr. Walsh,” he said in a gentle voice, “your suspicion was correct. The person who hired me was Daniel

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Blackwood, because you dared to hurt someone very important to him.”

Then Viktor left the warehouse.

Leaving Steven Walsh with the large man and a fate that had already been decided.