The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369: They Abruptly Stopped!

At Apex Tower, the CEO’s office.

Morning sunlight poured through the wall-length windows.

Axel Knight relaxed on the black leather sofa, one ankle crossed over his knee, his hands resting on the armrests, gazing at the blue sky as if lost in thought.

Across from him, Dylan and Collins waited with their tablets and files, prepared for a discussion that never truly began.

Several minutes passed.

Axel did not move. He did not speak. His eyes were focused on nothing at all.

Dylan leaned toward Collins and whispered, careful not to draw their boss’s attention.

"Collins, tell me honestly. Why does the boss look like he is communing with spirits? This is the third time this week he has gone silent like this. Did you curse him?"

Collins exhaled a slow sigh, rubbing his temple.

"Two days ago, we already identified the person who tried to find his weakness. That person even attempted to hire a top hacker from the underground network. But the attempt failed. Miserably."

Dylan frowned, "Then why does the boss still look like someone stole his favorite weapon? Shouldn’t he be relieved?" he asked.

He glanced at Axel again. The man remained unmoved, expression unreadable. Dylan shivered. "I swear, he summoned us here just to practice brooding. Maybe it is a new hobby."

Collins shook his head. "Because that person suddenly stopped. Dropped everything. No more attempts to gather information. No more probing. As if the boss is no longer a threat."

Dylan blinked. "I don’t get it. Who the hell can make our boss look idle like this?"

Collins leaned closer and whispered, as if saying the name too loudly might summon trouble. "Blake Martinez."

"Hell..." Dylan’s jaw dropped. "That old man again? He is really bold. Now he wants to go head-to-head with the boss?"

"Exactly," Collins replied with a humorless chuckle. "And that is why the boss is thinking hard... He does not trust silence from a man like Blake. Silence means planning."

Dylan smoothed his suit before whispering again, "Man, you should ask Boss whether we can go now or if we are trapped here until he finishes his meditation session."

Collins nods slightly, about to speak. However, the sudden ringing of Axel’s phone on the coffee table stops him.

Axel’s eyes flickered toward the screen. In one smooth motion, he stood. He did not need to say a word. A single glance was enough to send Dylan and Collins scrambling to gather their things.

Dylan mouthed a silent prayer for freedom as he slipped out of the office.

Collins shook his head at Dylan as he followed him and closed the door behind them.

Axel picked up the phone from the coffee table.

He walked behind his desk and sat in his CEO chair, turning it toward the glass wall overlooking the city. Only then did he check the caller ID.

My Queen.

"Hello," he said, his voice calm and low. A faint smile tugged at his lips. "My wife," he said smoothly. "Did you miss me already? Calling me this early is rare."

On the other end of the line, Evelyn inhaled quietly.

"Axel, there is something I need to tell you."

Her tone was different. Worried. Tight. Controlled but trembling beneath the surface.

The smile on Axel’s face faded. His back straightened. The playful warmth in his eyes sharpened into focus.

His expression did not change, but his mind sharpened instantly. Blake Martinez. The name surfaced without effort. Collins had already confirmed the man’s movements, their preparations ready, their countermeasures planned. Yet yesterday, Blake had abruptly stopped. No more probing. No more digital footprints. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

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