The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: He is Dying!

While at The Valley.

When Evelyn returned to the living room, Oscar was already waiting—though not very patiently. The moment he saw her, his eyes narrowed in concern.

"Are you okay, Eve? Why do you look so worried?" he asked, his voice softer than his usual teasing tone.

Evelyn sat down opposite him, smoothing her hair back as a small smile formed on her lips.

"Yeah, I’m okay. I just... told Axel about Blake Martinez."

Oscar’s expression darkened instantly. Not because he was angry with Evelyn for telling Axel, but because he was angry with Martinez’s family for their evilness.

"That bastard Martinez is really courting death."

Evelyn huffed. "His whole family is rotten. I heard they’re involved in smuggling and illegal businesses. They just hide everything under a shiny, respectable disguise."

"Well, my friend, I’m the one who told you that." Oscar chuckled.

Evelyn blinked, then laughed. "Ah, sorry, bro. I forgot. Your database brain is clearly superior."

Oscar placed a hand over his heart. "Finally. Recognition." He teased.

She shook her head, still smiling, but Oscar’s eyes suddenly gleamed with mischief.

"You know," he said slowly, leaning closer, "I actually wanted to send someone to teach Blake Martinez a lesson. For raising a daughter as evil as Natalie."

Evelyn’s smile vanished in an instant. "Oscar. No."

He was taken aback, then leaned back with a sigh. "I knew you’d say that."

"This isn’t your home country," she warned, lowering her voice. "You can’t just... send people to beat up your enemies. That’s not how things work here. You’ll get yourself arrested."

Oscar raised both hands defensively. "Relax. I didn’t do it."

"Good."

"I only curse the Martinez family in my head every time I see their name in the news," he said casually. "Very satisfying. Highly recommended."

Evelyn burst into laughter, covering her mouth. "That’s a good coping mechanism, brother."

Oscar smirked. "Mental violence only. Completely legal."

Their laughter eased the heaviness that had lingered in Evelyn’s chest since the call with Axel.

For a few minutes, they continued to talk about lighter things—Oscar’s new house renovations, their underground business plans for the next year, and how Oliver might soon be able to hack.

Just as Oscar began describing a contractor who "worked slower than a loading screen from 1998," Laura appeared in the doorway, holding Oliver’s small hand.

"Madam, lunch is ready," Laura announced.

"Mommy, can we eat lunch now? I’m hungry..." Oliver added.

"Little Bud, where did you eat four donuts a few minutes ago?"

"Uncle, three... Not four."

"Ah, sorry..." Oscar smiled before standing from his seat and following Evelyn, who had already walked ahead.

Evelyn ruffled her son’s hair gently. "Alright, sweetheart, let’s eat... Mommy is also starting to feel hungry."

...

After lunch, Oscar didn’t stay long. He stood, stretched, and grabbed his coat, letting out a heavy sigh like a man burdened by genius.

"I must return to my kingdom," he announced. "My house renovation waits for no one. And if I don’t supervise, the contractor might install my door on the ceiling again."

Oliver giggled. "That would be funny, Uncle Oscar."

"Axel, my grandpa, is in the hospital. I need to visit him before it’s too late. You don’t have to accompany me; I will go there with Ryan and Lisa."

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