The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 66

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66 How Could I Say No?

Oscar, why are you calling me like I owe you something?” 1

Check the internet! Everyone’s looking for you now.” Oscar’s voice practically vibrated through the phone.

Evelyn’s grip tightened, her knuckles pale against her cell phone. Axel had already warned her about the headlines and promised to

handle it, but hearing Oscar repeat it only stirred her nerves again.

“Why do you remind me of that again?” she muttered faintly.

“Ah, so he already told you?”

Yeah. He did.”

“Well then, do you want me to teach them a lesson? I could hack every tabloid’s website, make their servers cry for mercy. Or maybe I

should freeze all of social media, just for fun, so the gossip vanishes overnight.”

Evelyn couldn’t help it, but her laugh bubbled out, amused by his ridiculous offer.

Of course, she knew Oscar had the skills to pull it off. The man had always been too brilliant with computers and the internet for his own

good. Still, the image of Oscar single–handedly silencing the internet made her shake her head.

“Not necessary, Oscar. Axel will take care of it. But as always, keep your eyes open. Please ensure that no one shares my recent photo, as

well as Oliver’s. I can’t risk Oliver’s face being linked to this. And, can you also gather new information about the Walters Group?”

There was a pause on the other end, unusual for Oscar.

She pictured him blinking rapidly behind his glasses, his brain sprinting through calculations before he finally asked, “Alright, but… why

mention the Walters Group out of the blue? Don’t tell me they’ve already sniffed out where you are?”

“No” Her voice dropped, serious now. “But before I return to the capital, I need to know about them. Their situation. Their plans.”

Silence hangs in the air again, longer this time.

Then Oscar exhaled slowly.

“You never really cut ties with them, did you? Even after what they did, you still want to watch their every move.”

Evelyn pressed her forehead against her hand, exhaustion pressing in.

“They may have thrown me away, Oscar, but I need to know their movement to stay away from them or if they found me and are

planning to crush me again”

Oscar’s voice softened, surprisingly gentle.

“Eve, sometimes I think you’re tougher and more cunning than you realize. But fine, I’ll do it. I’ll keep watch. If William tries to do

something to harm you or Oliver, you will know before he can make a move. You have my guarantee!”

Her lips curved in a small smile at his dramatics. “Thank you.”

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“Don’t thank me yet. You still owe me snacks and a full explanation of how Axel Knight ended up in your bed… I mean, in your apartment

without telling your best friend‘

Evelyn rolled her eyes, though warmth tugged at her chest.

While inside the apartment. Axel had just put the suitcases in the bedroom and was about to check on Oliver, but he suddenly peered

through the door.

“Dad, where’s Mommy?”

She is outside, on the phone,” Axel answered smoothly.

Oliver responded with “Ahh…” and his expression turned gloomy.

“What happened, buddy? Do you need anything?” Axel asked as he walked with him into the living room, where Liam was still lounging in

the seating area.

Tm hungry…” Oliver announced, rubbing his little belly for emphasis.

Axel froze mid–step. His wristwatch told him it was past five in the afternoon.

Dinner time.

Of all the challenges in his life, boardroom battles, corporate wars, and billion–dollar negotiations, none felt as pressing as this tiny boy

staring up at him with puppy eyes.

Should he ask Evelyn to cook? Or order from one of the chefs downstairs? His brain scrambled like it was the most complex problem of

his life.

Before he could choose, Oliver tilted his head and asked, “Can you cook, Dad? Can you make me delicious food?”

Axel swallowed hard. Never once had he touched a frying pan, let alone “cooked.” The only thing he knew how to do in a kitchen was

press the call button for staff.

Oliver blinked, wide–eyed, waiting. And not just him. Liam was also staring, fighting to keep a straight face, but clearly eager to hear

what excuse his boss would make.

Axel finally turned his gaze to Liam, silently demanding backup.

Before he turned his gaze back to Oliver, “I do… What do you want to eat?” he asked.

Oliver’s face lit up instantly.

“Yay! My Daddy can cook! Anything. Dad. I will eat anything…”

“Alright, wait while watching your cartoon” Axel said quickly, hiding his panic.

He gestured for Liam to follow him and marched toward the kitchen like a soldier headed to war. “You. Come with me.”

In the kitchen, Axel asks softly, “Can you cook?” worried that his son might over hear.

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