The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn and Axel) novel Chapter 403

Chapter 403: Did They Anger The Universe?

December 30th

Two weeks had passed since Samuel Walters’ funeral, and on the surface, very little had changed in Evelyn’s life.

Her days had settled into a quiet rhythm.

Mornings were spent with Oliver, who insisted on supervising her breakfast choices like a tiny nutritionist with questionable credentials.

Afternoons were reserved for studying the Walters Group documents stacked neatly on her desk—financial reports, long-term strategies, and board meeting summaries she would officially inherit next year.

It was overwhelming, but also grounding. This was her responsibility now, and she was determined not to fail it.

In between, Evelyn worked discreetly with Oscar again. Only minor jobs. Background checks, data verification, harmless digging. Nothing involving influential figures or dangerous waters. After everything that had happened, she had learned the value of caution, something Oscar teased her endlessly about.

Despite her relatively calm life, the world outside was anything but quiet.

The Martinez Group dominated headlines almost daily.

Evelyn stared at her laptop screen, eyes scanning yet another breaking news article, her lips twitching in disbelief.

[BREAKING NEWS: Martinez Group Subsidiary Under Investigation for Large-Scale Tax Evasion]

She scrolled.

[MARTINEZ GROUP EXECUTIVE ARRESTED IN CONNECTION WITH OFFSHORE MONEY LAUNDERING SCHEME]

Scroll again.

[EXCLUSIVE: Former Employees Expose Illegal Accounting Practices Within Martinez Group]

Evelyn leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms slowly.

"Wow," she muttered. "Did they anger the universe? Or is karma finally done warming up?"

The news wasn’t just bad, it was catastrophic.

One company after another under the Martinez umbrella collapsed like dominoes.

Directors resigned overnight.

Executives vanished.

Stock prices plummeted so fast that financial analysts on television looked personally offended by the numbers.

Then came the report from two days ago.

Evelyn’s expression darkened as the memory resurfaced.

[SHOCKING REVELATION: Martinez Group LINKED TO HUMAN TRAFFICKING RING INVOLVING WOMEN AND MINORS]

She had read the article three times, hoping she misunderstood it.

She hadn’t.

The report detailed illegal transportation routes, forged documents, shell charities, and horrifying testimonies from victims. It made her stomach churn.

Evelyn closed her laptop with more force than necessary.

"Martinez Group," she murmured coldly, staring out the window, "who exactly did you offend this time? Even God can’t help you now!"

The reflection on the glass showed her own troubled expression. She tried to redirect her thoughts, but her mind betrayed her.

The car accident. The screech of tires. The impact. The darkness. The explosions.

Her fingers curled unconsciously at her side.

And then Natalie Martinez’s face surfaced in her mind—smiling, calculating, poisonous.

Evelyn’s jaw tightened.

"So this is what it feels like," she whispered, anger simmering beneath her calm exterior. "Justice... served cold."

She stood up abruptly, needing air, space, anything to shake off the heaviness pressing against her chest.

Just then, a knock sounded on her office door.

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