The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377: Capture Him Alive!

A few days later.

It was a day after Natalie Martinez’s burial.

A black luxury car tore through the narrow roads of the old town, its engine roaring against the quiet morning.

Outside the window, traditional storefronts, hanging lanterns, and early pedestrians passed in a blur. It was a charming view, the kind tourists paid to see.

But Blake Martinez was in deep grief. He could not enjoy a single second of it.

He sat in the back seat, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had gone pale. His face was calm, but inside him, the grief quickly turned into rage. A rage coiled like a viper ready to strike.

His daughter had not died by her own hand.

That truth burned in his chest.

The investigation had finally yielded results. It was not Axel Knight, the culprit. But the real enemy had been hiding behind corporate smiles and polite handshakes.

The Wright Group.

More specifically, X-Guard—one of Wright’s private security subsidiaries. A clean, professional company on paper. A silent killing machine in reality.

Blake had wasted time suspecting the wrong target. If he had stopped at assumptions, Natalie’s killer would have walked free. The thought alone made his blood boil.

’You think you can escape after what you did to my daughter?’ he thought coldly. ’You think you can erase your tracks that easily?’

He wanted to storm into Wright’s headquarters, drag Ethan Wright out by his collar, and demand answers with his bare hands.

But Blake Martinez did not survive in the business world by acting on impulse.

Revenge required patience. Precision. A perfect plan.

He drew a slow breath, forcing the heaviness in his chest down where it could simmer into something sharper.

"How much longer until we arrive?" he asked without looking up.

The driver stiffened slightly, glancing at him through the rearview mirror before returning his eyes to the road. "Five minutes, sir."

Blake’s gaze lifted, icy and unforgiving. "Make it two minutes."

The driver swallowed and pressed the accelerator harder. The car surged forward.

Less than three minutes later, the car slid to a stop in front of a five-story building tucked between abandoned warehouses. From the outside, it looked like an old logistics office. From the inside, it was one of Blake’s private operational bases.

Several men in black suits were already waiting near the entrance. Their posture was rigid, their expressions tense. They looked less like loyal subordinates and more like men awaiting judgment day.

Blake stepped out of the car without a greeting.

One of his trusted men, Victor, immediately approached. "Sir," he said, bowing slightly. "Everything is prepared."

"A few days before young Miss’s death, a few people from X-Guard seemed to visit the mountain, hiding in the woods, to survey the terrain near the cabin. Even though we don’t have strong evidence that Ethan Wright is personally responsible, I believe he is responsible for the young miss’s death because he is the sole owner of Wright Group, X-Guard..." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

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