The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233: Kidnapping!

At Double Seven Club.

Double Seven Club pulsed with loud, hypnotic beats.

However, unknown to many, inside one of its VIP rooms, the atmosphere could not have been more opposite.

The room was completely soundproof and well-sealed, so not even the vibration from the loud music outside could be felt.

And it’s different from any other VIP room in the club. It is large and luxurious, styled like a private lounge for the rich.

Soft neon lights glowed along the ceiling, changing from blue to violet in slow waves.

A low black marble table sat in the center, surrounded by deep leather sofas that had a fragrance like an expensive cologne.

The bar counter on one side showcased imported liquor, displayed like precious jewelry. Tinted windows overlooked the beach, but the curtains were drawn, letting the dim, intimate light take over.

Expensive drinks were lined neatly on the table. Champagne worth thousands, bottles of whisky, gin, brandy, and a bucket filled with ice and clear crystal glasses. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

There were also fruit platters, macarons, imported chocolates, and even Shine Muscat grapes glistening like jewels. Yet none of the men inside touched any of it.

Four men occupied the room.

Three of them sat quietly, listening to the music while drinking only water.

Their posture and eyes gave away their identity. They were not here to enjoy the club. They were here on a mission.

The fourth man, Ethan Wright, was seated at the far end of the sofa. The faint glow from his phone illuminated his sharp, calm features.

He had not touched his drink or even looked at the snacks in front of him. His expression had not shifted once since they entered.

For an entire hour, no one spoke.

Finally, one of the men cleared his throat carefully. "Boss, should we move now?"

Ethan lifted his eyes from his phone and stood. "Yes. Do it fast. I will wait in the car."

He grabbed a Shine Muscat grape from the table, rolled it between his fingers as if testing its quality, then popped it into his mouth before heading to the door.

The three men immediately followed him out, but then diverted into the VIP room next door.

The moment they entered, the atmosphere shifted completely.

Inside sat three wealthy young men, clearly the children of the city’s most affluent families.

They were laughing loudly, drinks in hand, completely unaware of the world outside their alcohol cloud.

Bottles of tequila, vodka, and cognac were scattered all over the table. One of the men kept insisting he was still sober while nearly falling off the couch.

On the other side of the room lay another young man, passed out on a sofa with his arms spread wide. His hair was messy, his shirt was undone, and by the smell alone, it was apparent he mixed alcohol with something he should not have: drugs.

He was Maxime Knight—the heir of the powerful Knight family.

There he was, drooling slightly on a velvet cushion while the others partied on.

One of Ethan’s men approached the other three drunk rich boys. "Gentlemen, sorry to interrupt. We are here to pick up our young master."

The three young men stared at the intruders, their expressions filled with confusion.

"Our young master?" one repeated.

"Maxime Knight," Ethan’s second man added helpfully.

"Ohhh," the drunkest one said, pointing carelessly at the sofa. "Take him. He said he wants to fly. Said he wants snacks too. Did you bring snacks?"

Ethan’s men exchanged looks.

"What kind of snacks did he ask for?" the third man asked with a serious tone, as if the question mattered more than the mission.

"Chicken nuggets..." the rich boy whispered dramatically, then leaned forward as if sharing a secret. "Also fries. And bubble tea. But he never finished the bubble tea. His dog always bottoms it up."

"His dog drinks bubble tea?" another man echoed.

"Yeah. His dog, Snoopy."

Their expressions went blank.

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