The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 378

Chapter 378: Sabotage

"Sir, does that mean you agree to support Mr. Tanner?" Victor asked curiously.

Blake’s gaze sharpened, smoke curling around his face like a crown of shadows.

"Yes. We will go head-to-head with Finley Morgan." Blake’s voice was smooth, confident, and deadly sure. "And you know Axel Knight is Morgan’s biggest supporter, right?"

Victor nodded. "Yes, of course. Everyone knows that."

A faint smile played on Blake’s lips, one that carried neither warmth nor mercy. "Then this is not just business," he said quietly. "It is a strategy."

They discussed a few more details and arrangements for capturing Ethan Wright alive. Every word was precise, every plan measured. When everything was settled, Blake stubbed out his cigarette in a crystal ashtray.

Victor opened the door for him. "Safe travels, sir."

Blake walked toward his waiting car, his coat swaying lightly with each step.

The driver opened the door, and Blake slid into the back seat without a word.

Today, he had another meeting. Not with grieving relatives. Not with subordinates.

But with Matthew Tanner, the man destined to become the future leader of the country.

...

At Nevalis City, the afternoon sky hung low and heavy, matching the mood inside Wright Group’s top-floor office.

Ethan Wright sat at the head of the long glass table, one leg crossed over the other, posture relaxed in a way that suggested effortless authority.

If anyone didn’t know better, they would assume he was born into this role. The truth was, he had simply grown into it too fast.

Across from him, several director-level executives sat stiffly, tablets open, reports ready, throats dry.

Ethan listened with half-lidded eyes, fingers lazily tapping the tabletop. Boring numbers. Predictable charts. The kind of meeting that made him question why coffee wasn’t considered an intravenous necessity.

Then the logistics director cleared his throat.

"So... our shipment to Velden has not arrived, sir. Our local team investigated. The delay was caused by sabotage."

Ethan’s tapping stopped.

His gaze sharpened, dark and focused. "Sabotage," he repeated slowly. "Can you explain more?"

"Yes, sir. Our investigation indicates M Group involvement."

The air in the room shifted. Even the sales director sat straighter.

"The client is already pressuring us," the sales director added carefully. "They’re starting to lose trust. We need your help to thoroughly investigate this matter, sir. We hope M Group doesn’t continue interfering."

Ethan leaned back in his chair, hand crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed as if he were thinking deeply.

Inwardly, however, his mind exploded.

’This fucking Martinez Group! They wanted to challenge the Wright Group? Again?’

He almost laughed at the audacity. The Martinez family truly had nine lives and zero survival instinct.

After a long pause that made the directors sweat and confused, Ethan finally spoke.

"Alright. I will look into it with the security team. Don’t worry about the cargo." His eyes slid to the sales director. "Smooth-talk the client. Promise them the goods will arrive soon. If they insist on faster delivery, send another batch, and the X-Guard team will escort the delivery!"

Relief washed over the table.

"Thank you, sir."

"Appreciated so much, sir."

After talking about a few trivial matters, finally, Ethan dismissed them with a wave. Chairs scraped. Tablets closed. Executives hurried out as if staying a second longer might shorten their lifespan.

Soon, the conference room was empty.

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