The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428: Instruction

Dylan froze.

His eyes widened instantly, shock exploding across his face. "Holy cow," he breathed, completely abandoning professionalism. "How could he?"

Collins chuckled softly, clearly pleased with the reaction. He patted Dylan’s shoulder like a proud mentor. "Yes. Yes," he said with amusement. "You’re wearing the exact same expression I had when I figured out the case. Even the same curse."

Dylan stared at him, still processing. "Are you absolutely sure?"

Collins’ tired eyes somehow managed to sparkle with pride. "Of course I am. A hundred percent, no doubt. The evidence is clear. Painfully clear."

Across from them, Axel remained silent. But the silence was terrifying. He slowly lowered the iPad and placed it on the coffee table.

Axel’s gaze lifted again, colder now, sharper, burning with a dangerous intensity that made both Dylan and Collins instinctively straighten.

The playfulness in Collin’s expression from earlier vanished completely. The same with Dylan. They simply stared at Axel.

Then—

"B-Boss..." Dylan was the first to break the silence. His voice carried a careful hesitation rarely heard from Axel Knight’s head secretary. "Do you have instructions for us?"

Axel did not answer immediately. He simply looked at Dylan.

The silence stretched long enough to make Dylan slightly uncomfortable, while Collins watched with quiet curiosity. Axel’s expression revealed nothing, yet the storm brewing behind his eyes was impossible to miss.

It was the look of a man calculating something unpleasant.

After a moment, Axel finally spoke. "Dylan... I need you to arrange a meeting with him. As soon as possible."

Dylan blinked.

Collins blinked.

Axel’s tone remained calm, but the words landed like a sudden shockwave. "I want to confront him directly."

For a brief second, neither man reacted. Because this was not Axel’s style. Not even remotely.

Axel Knight did not "arrange meetings" with enemies. He usually arranged disappearances, kidnappings, and highly regrettable life experiences involving ropes and very uncomfortable chairs.

Dylan was the first to speak, "Sir... are you sure?" he asked carefully, concern clearly written across his face.

"Stop questioning my instruction, Dylan."

Axel’s voice was cold, firm, and sharp enough to slice through the room.

Dylan immediately straightened. Years of friendship did not protect anyone from that tone.

"Yes, sir."

Axel’s gaze remained fixed on him. "Arrange it. Now."

"...Understood."

"Expedite it in earnest," Axel continued, his voice steady but carrying restrained impatience. "I don’t want to wait any longer. I need to clear this messy matter and give my wife the explanation she deserves."

That single sentence shifted something.

Dylan’s expression softened slightly.

Collins’ tired eyes narrowed with interest.

Because beneath the anger, beneath the tension, beneath the dangerous calm... This was about Evelyn. It always came back to Evelyn. Their big Boss’s weakness.

"I understand, sir," Dylan said quietly.

Without further delay, he firmly stood. His professional mask returned instantly, though the worry lingering in his eyes remained impossible to hide. "I will arrange everything. Now."

Axel gave a small nod. He did not stop Dylan as the man left the office with brisk, determined steps.

The door clicked shut.

Silence returned.

Axel exhaled slowly and turned his attention to Collins.

"You hear me." Axel said casually, "Take the day off, get some rest. No need to worry about your job." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

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