The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: It’s a Match!

The sleek black car cut through the countryside road, its engine humming low and steady as it sped toward the Farm.

Inside, Axel sat rigidly in the back seat, his posture calm but his grip on his cell phone anything but. His fingers clenched firmly around the device, with his thumb hovering over the screen, as if sheer force of will could make it ring.

It didn’t.

The silence stretched, heavy and irritating. The road blurred past the tinted windows, yet Axel barely noticed the scenery. His eyes flicked down to the screen again. Still no call from Collins.

His jaw tightened.

By the time the car slowed and finally came to a stop in front of the main building at the heart of the Farm, the call still hadn’t come through.

Axel’s brow furrowed as he stared at the phone with sharp intensity. It stubbornly remained silent.

"Boss, we have arrived."

Liam’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Axel lifted his head and looked through the windshield.

The familiar structure of the Farm stood before him, guarded, quiet, and efficient as ever.

A few of his team leaders were already waiting outside, standing straight the moment they spotted him.

Axel stepped out of the car, his presence alone enough to shift the atmosphere.

"Boss."

Anthony, the tracker team leader, greeted him respectfully and moved aside to clear a path.

Axel acknowledged him with a brief nod and began walking toward the building without slowing. "Anthony," he asked, his voice calm but direct, "is he asleep?"

Anthony fell into step beside him.

"No, sir. Ethan has been waiting for you since he finished his lunch." He paused, then added, "The doctor just left a few minutes ago."

"That’s fine," Axel replied casually. "I’m here to see him, not the doctor."

They headed toward the back wing, to the medical facility, their footsteps echoing softly down the pristine corridor.

Axel’s mind remained split in two. One half was still waiting for Collins’ call, for the person who sent the assassin to kill Ethan. The other half was already preparing for the conversation ahead, tell Ethan about the DNA result.

Just as they passed one of the recovery rooms, a familiar voice sounded from behind.

"Sir, welcome."

Axel halted mid-step and turned toward the voice. Standing a few feet away was Ryan.

At first glance, it was hard to believe Ryan had been injured only weeks ago. He stood tall, shoulders squared, color back in his face, his posture sharp and disciplined. The bandages were gone, replaced by quiet determination in his eyes.

"How is your condition?"

"Sir, never better," Ryan answered without hesitation. Then, with a slight clench of his jaw, he added, "I’m ready to return to my position guarding Madam and the young master."

Axel’s eyes narrowed just a fraction.

He slowly looked Ryan up and down, his gaze clinical, assessing every detail. The man’s stance was steady, his breathing controlled, but Axel had learned long ago that pride often healed faster than bodies.

Anthony noticed the subtle shift in his expression but wisely said nothing. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

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