The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307: How’s The Boss’s Mood?

Apex Tower.

"What a tiring day."

Dylan muttered the words as he pushed himself up from his chair, rolling his stiff shoulders and stretching his arms until his joints cracked softly.

He walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window and stared outside.

The sky was a clear blue, almost offensively beautiful, but it did nothing to calm his mind after yesterday’s chaos.

Cleaning up the aftermath had taken all night and half of the morning. He and Axel’s trusted aides had practically camped in the office, fueled by bitter coffee and sheer willpower. Going home had been a luxury none of them could afford.

Just as Dylan finally allowed himself a moment of peace, a knock sounded at the door.

He frowned slightly before turning. "Come in." He said.

The door opened to reveal Archy Foster, Apex Holding’s CFO, looking far too serious for Dylan’s liking.

Behind him stood Collins, hands in his pockets, eyes half-lidded as if he were already bored with whatever they’re about to discuss.

"Hi Dylan, sorry to bother you," Archy said as he walked straight to the seating area without waiting for permission. He dropped onto the sofa.

Collins followed and claimed the seat beside him with a dramatic sigh.

"What are you guys doing here?"

Archy stared at Dylan, "How’s the boss’s mood?" he asked seriously.

"Huh? You’re worried about his mood now?" Dylan chuckled as he walked to the seating area.

"Of course," Archy replied with a tired sigh. "I need to discuss the financial report with him, but after yesterday’s mess, I’m worried he’ll skin me alive before I even finish my first sentence."

Dylan shifted his gaze to Collins, who had leaned back against the couch and closed his eyes, looking suspiciously relaxed.

"Collins," Dylan said dryly, "stop pretending to sleep and explain."

Archy frowned when he finally noticed Collins. "Huh!? You’re here too?"

Collins opened one eye, glanced at Dylan, then at Archy. "Relax, man. He might still be in a bad mood, but you’re safe."

"What does that mean?" Archy asked, brows knitted together.

"It means," Collins said lazily, "he won’t fire you. So go. Talk about your numbers. Live your life."

Archy stood abruptly, shaking his head. "You IT people speak in riddles." He adjusted his glasses, nodded at Dylan, and excused himself before leaving the room.

As soon as the door closed, Collins stretched like a cat, clearly intending to go back to sleep.

"You’re not sleeping. Explain," Dylan said, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at Collins. He can see that Collins, who has worked tirelessly since yesterday, must be exhausted now.

Collins cracked one eye open again. "Do you remember Harper Cooper?"

Dylan’s expression shifted immediately. "The supermodel?"

"The one and only," Collins replied. "The woman who was supposed to hang out, I mean, spend the night with the boss on New Year’s Eve five years ago."

Dylan let out a low whistle. "That Harper Cooper? The one who disappeared after that night?"

"She moved abroad," Collins corrected lazily.

"And?" Dylan pressed, sensing there was more.

Collins finally sat up, his usual lazy grin replaced by something sharper. "She managed to text the Boss last night. From an unknown number."

Dylan straightened. "She contacted Axel directly?"

Dylan chuckled softly. "Poor Archy. He’s worried about a financial report while supermodels from the past are resurfacing, bothering the Boss." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

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