The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: They Know About Oliver?

Ethan watched him leave the room, then returned a cold, flat stare to Maxime.

"Great job. Really. You had one task today. Just one, to make him angry..."

"Sir, please. Please help me, release me," Maxime’s voice shaking, "I will give you money... Not just money, but I will give you all my fortune..."

Ethan coldly stares at him, "You do not understand, kiddo... Axel never forgets who threatens his family. And he never forgives."

Maxime let out a choked sob.

Ethan ignored Maxime’s desperate plea. He turned to the two guards in the doorway and said, "Take him to the execution room!"

As the guards dragged Maxime away, he screamed, kicked, begged, and cursed. But nothing worked. Ethan adjusted his sleeve and followed at a calm pace.

He followed them down a different staircase to the floor below.

The place looks entirely different—cold and dark, with stone walls and a stone floor that resembles a medieval dungeon.

Then, they stop just before a heavy steel door. Ethan opens the door and coldly says, "Throw him inside!"

Before shutting the door, Ethan whispered almost thoughtfully, "Honestly, if I were you, I would have kept my mouth shut."

The door slammed.

Maxime’s screams faded.

...

In the house upstairs, Axel walked alone. His hands were cold. His thoughts were sharp. His son’s name rang in his mind like a warning bell.

Someone had dared speak Oliver’s name.

Someone had tried to look into Evelyn.

Someone had crossed into the one boundary Axel never tolerated.

He inhaled once, deeply.

Calm, he told himself.

Calm, or he would kill someone today.

But somehow, the question that worries him keeps playing nonstop in his mind: ’Did the Martinezes also know about Oliver?’

He pulled out his phone and dialed Collins.

As usual, the first ring connected, "Collins..." His voice was soft but deadly.

"I need you to find the source," Axel said. "Anyone who tried to look into my son. I want names named, today!"

There was a pause on the other end. Collins asked, surprised, "They know Oliver’s name?"

"Yes! That motherfucker, Maxime, knows Oliver’s name, and I didn’t trust his mouth to keep my son’s name to his own knowledge." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Collins’ sigh could be heard from the other end before he said, "Understood, boss."

Axel finished the call and stood by the French window. His reflection looked back at him; cold, composed, yet internally aflame.

It did not take long before Ethan finally appeared behind Axel.

His footsteps were steady and unhurried as he approached and came to stand beside him.

"Boss, Maxime might not survive the next three days," Ethan reported casually, "Did you order anything special?"

Axel kept his gaze forward. "No. Just do what you usually do. And ask Collins to help you with anything."

"Got it, boss!"

Axel said nothing more. He walked out of the farmhouse, his expression unreadable.

He didn’t have time to consider Maxime now; he relied on Ethan to decide how Maxime’s death would happen.

At this moment, he needed to get to the office.

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