The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 288

Chapter 288: Did They Make Any Mistakes?

’Would he be a stranger? A politician? A wealthy businessman? Someone dangerous? Someone powerful enough to avoid identification?’

Evelyn found her mind swirling with thoughts, and a nervous twist formed in her stomach.

She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone.

For a moment, she considered texting Axel.

But she stopped herself. He was waiting outside with Oliver. She didn’t want him worrying more than he already was.

Instead, she placed her phone face down and squeezed her eyes shut.

’Please let this be good,’ she whispered to herself. ’Please let this be something I can accept.’

The room remained still, too still. Even the faint hum of the air conditioner sounded loud.

Her heartbeat echoed in her ears.

Her gaze shifted back to the door again.

And finally, the door swung open—

The moment the door opened, Evelyn instinctively straightened her posture, preparing herself for anything.

Anything but this.

Her eyes widened, and her breath caught when she recognized that man standing there.

Finley Morgan.

Her client. The presidential candidate. The man she had seen at Maxime’s funeral. The man whose handshake she had once considered painfully firm. The man whose entire security detail was practically allergic to smiles.

For one terrifying second, she thought she was hallucinating.

’No way! Impossible!’

She blinked a few times. But Finley Morgan remained in the doorway, frozen just like her.

He looked equally stunned, his usually sharp, composed expression gone. His eyes, which generally looked focused and unreadable, were wide with disbelief.

It’s not only Evelyn who is shocked. But Finley Morgan, too, had a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.

’Evelyn Knight? Axel Knight’s wife? The woman all over the news? And this woman was his aunt’s granddaughter? The granddaughter they spent years trying to find?’

’The granddaughter whose DNA match had caused chaos in the Morgan family group chat for the past seventy-two hours? And she was... this Evelyn?’

Among all the women possible, he never thought the person they were searching for was this close.

Finley Morgan was utterly speechless. He saw Evelyn’s mouth open, but no sound came out. She looks as if her brain were still rebooting.

After another minute had passed, Finley was the one who finally moved.

He cleared his throat quietly and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "Mrs. Knight," he greeted, though even his usually steady voice wavered. "Or... Evelyn."

Hearing her name snapped her out of her daze.

"Mr. Morgan?" she whispered, as if saying it softly might make him vanish. But of course, he didn’t vanish.

He offered an awkward smile. "It seems we are... related." He gestured to the seats. "May I?"

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