The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235: The Hidden Basecamp

The Green Farm near the city border slept quietly under the night sky.

To outsiders, the vast fields and scattered barns would give the impression of a peaceful countryside property owned by an eccentric millionaire.

But nothing about this place was simple.

Beneath the grassy hills and livestock pens lay an entire underground basecamp, equipped with tunnels, surveillance rooms, weapons storage, and private cells.

The farm was merely a cover—one of Axel Knight’s base camps in the capital city.

The black van rolled through the gates and followed a stone road lit only by occasional lamps.

It stopped beside a large gray stone house tucked beneath thick, shadowy trees. By daylight, the house looked picturesque and serene, the perfect rural escape.

Tonight, however, the darkness swallowed its charm.

The sliding door opened with a click, and Ethan stepped out first. His calm expression did not match the situation, nor did he spare a glance at Maxime Knight, who was still sleeping inside the van like a drunken baby.

Flanked by two of his men, Ethan gave a short order. "Lock him in the underground."

"Yes, boss!" all three replied.

The van moved again, circling the house. It disappeared behind the tall trees and entered a concealed passage disguised as a shed. The secret tunnel sloped downward, hidden from even trained eyes.

Then,

Ethan continued his step toward the main entrance.

Inside the house, Ethan took a breath.

The tension around his shoulders eased once he stepped into the quiet living room.

"Oh, Ethan, you are here?" Liam’s relaxed tone floated toward him from the seating area. "I thought you were still in Nevalis. Why are you here?"

Ethan stopped mid-step. His eyes narrowed when he spotted Liam lounging comfortably with a beer in hand. Beside him sat Lisa, scrolling through her phone with her usual unreadable expression.

He slowly walked to them and dropped onto the sofa, opposite them. His eyebrow twitched in suspicion.

Instead of answering Liam’s question, he asked, "Why are you guys here? Both of you?"

"Boss told us to rest," Liam replied while gulping from his beer. He tossed another cold can to Ethan, who caught it casually.

"Did he replace you with Ryan?" Ethan asked while cracking open the can.

"No. Nothing like that. He just told me not to go out today. So here I am, enjoying early retirement." Liam shrugged, although the slight smirk on his lips said he was very proud of his temporary freedom.

Ethan took a long sip. The cold beer slid down smoothly, refreshing his throat and erasing some of the irritation he carried.

His gaze moved to Lisa. "What about you? I thought you were assigned to guard Lady Boss."

Lisa lifted her eyes slowly, almost startled by Ethan’s question. She lowered her phone and answered in her soft voice, "Same as Liam... Boss Axel asked me to rest because Lady Boss has no outdoor schedule this week, so I am on standby."

"I see..." Ethan nodded, staring at them thoughtfully.

Then his lips curled into a sly smile.

He stood and straightened his jacket. "I will not become a third wheel. Continue your dating, you two."

Liam choked instantly, spraying a bit of beer on his own shirt. "What? Dating? Who? Us?"

Lisa’s phone slipped from her hands and clattered loudly onto the floor. Her face turned bright red in less than a second.

"We are not dating!" she sputtered, scrambling to grab her phone.

Ethan simply waved without looking back. "Enjoy yourselves."

"Looks deceitful," the other replied.

They stepped out and locked the door behind them.

Ethan arrived a few minutes later. His boots clicked against the concrete floor, echoing through the hall as he met the man who brought Maxime to his temporary cell.

"Is he secured?" he asked.

"Yes, boss. Sleeping like a baby."

Ethan nodded. "Good. You guys wait outside!"

"Understood."

Ethan entered the room, and the yellow lamp hanging in the center automatically turned on. He saw that Maxime was sprawled out like a starfish, mumbling something again.

Ethan shook his head.

"Idiot," he muttered before grabbing a bucket of water from the corner and dumping it over Maxime. "Wake up."

It took three whole buckets before the man finally stirred.

Maxime blinked. Something felt wrong.

His back ached. His head throbbed. His mouth tasted like he had chewed on plastic.

Then another wave of cold water crashed onto his face.

Maxime jerked upright with a strangled yell, drenched from head to toe.

His blurry vision cleared, and he found a tall man standing above him, holding an empty bucket as casually as if he had just watered a plant.