The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 3

At Apex Tower.

Dylan Hill stared at his desktop like it had just insulted his intelligence.

The headline blaring across the screen looked like something out of a poorly written soap opera.

[William Walters banished his daughter, Evelyn Walters, from the family!]
[What could be the reason behind Evelyn Walters' dramatic exit from the Walters legacy?]

[The beautiful heiress Evelyn Walters: now officially broke and abandoned.]

"What the hell happened here?"

Dylan muttered, blinking like maybe the words would rearrange themselves into something less scandalous.

But nothing happened.

He leaned back in his chair, his mind drifting back to that morning when Evelyn Walters quietly slipped out of Axel's presidential suite.

What happened that morning was not something he could boast about, not even to his boss, Axel Knight.

But now, seeing Evelyn's name trending like a celebrity divorce, the dots practically begged to be connected.

"Did she do something to piss off her dad that bad? Wait... did William Walters find out she slept with Axel?"

Just saying it out loud gave Dylan a full-body shiver.

Suddenly, in panic mode, he shot up from his chair, stormed out of his office, and made his way to Axel Knight's office.

Two gentle, polite knocks. That's all he dared.

"Come in," came Axel's voice, cool and clipped.

Dylan stepped in and found Axel neck-deep in paperwork, not even sparing him a glance. The man was clearly married to his work.

Still, Dylan hesitated; anything involving the Walters had a fifty-fifty chance of ending with some unpleasant things being thrown at his head.

He positioned himself a few steps away from the desk, just in case.

"Boss, it's me. Are you busy?"

Dylan asked, all polite and harmless on the outside, screaming internally on the inside.

Axel didn't even look up.

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"What kind of question is that, Dylan?" he replied, tone dry enough to make Dylan feel nervous.

"I mean... remember a few weeks ago? After the New Year's party?" Dylan tried, inching closer to the danger zone.

Axel paused just long enough to sign a document, then finally glanced up to meet Dylan's panicked expression.

"Should I remember something?" he asked, one eyebrow twitching in mild irritation, the sign that someone was about to regret something.

Dylan pondered for a moment, weighing whether now was the right time to bring it up.

Or… should he take Axel to a bar and casually drop the bomb over whiskey and peanuts?

He was confused. Completely blank.

Not a single bright idea in sight, until Axel's voice sliced through his internal crisis like a chainsaw.

"Damn it, Dylan, you're just wasting my time," Axel snapped, eyes back on the document. "You can leave now. I've got a mountain of paperwork you begged me to sign, and here you are... hovering like a confused intern."

Dylan sighed internally. So much for perfect timing.

"Boss, what I mean is... do you even know who you slept with on New Year's Eve?"

That got Axel's attention.

He stopped mid-signature, put the pen down with unnecessary drama, and leaned back in his chair like he was settling to hear more Dylan wanted to say.

"Why? Did someone show up claiming they've got my secret lovechild?" Axel asked lazily, letting out a dry chuckle at his own joke.

Naturally, he brushed the idea off. Everyone he slept with took the pill. That was the unspoken rule. No pills, no thrills.

But Dylan's face turned ghost-white. His blood drained even faster as a thought crossed his mind.

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Axel narrowed his eyes.

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Axel's brow furrowed even further. He tried digging through the hazy, alcohol-soaked memories of that night.

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"Boss, I'm being honest with you, and without any ill intention. That morning, when I went to your presidential suite, she was the one who answered the door. She looked rushed—barely had her shoes on—and bolted like she was terrified you'd catch her."

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