The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover Chapter 397: Suspect!

Axel didn’t hesitate. "If I could build the Wright Group once and trust you to run it, I can do it again and assign soone..." His gaze was unwavering. "You focus on healing. I’ll handle the rest. No need to worry about it."

Ethan exhaled slowly, guilt flickering across his face. "You’re carrying too much because of ."

Axel stepped closer, his voice steady and unyielding. "That’s what family does."

Ethan fell silent, the weight of those words sinking deep into his chest—heavier than any wound, but sohow comforting.

"Thanks, Axel..." Ethan’s faint voice broke the heavy silence that had settled over the dical room. The words sounded sincere, and for a mont, even the steady hum of the machines seed to pause.

Axel shook his head slowly, his expression unreadable. "Don’t thank yet. This matter isn’t over." His eyes sharpened. "We still haven’t found the real mastermind who tried to kill you."

Ethan shrugs his shoulders, frustration flashing across his face. "Damn it... You’re right."

Before Axel could respond, his phone vibrated in his hand. He glanced down at the screen, his gaze tightening when he saw the na.

Collins.

Without hesitation, Axel answered and put the call on speaker. "You’re on."

"Boss, sorry," Collins’s voice ca through imdiately, slightly breathless. "It took a few hours to find a solid clue."

"You’d better give sothing worth those hours, Collins!" Axel said firmly.

Ethan smirked faintly, shifting slightly on the bed. "No pressure, man."

Collins cleared his throat. "Alright. That night, Ethan was attacked by two teams. The first was a local gangster group. Sloppy and not very organized. The second team was professional... foreign assassins, highly trained."

Axel frowned. "That’s it?" His tone carried unmistakable disappointnt. "That’s what took you hours?"

Ethan couldn’t help it. He chuckled. "Yeah, Collins. We already figured that part out."

There was a pause on the line. Then Collins sighed heavily. "Can you both please let finish before crushing my professional pride?"

"Sorry, man," Ethan replied, sobering instantly. "Go on."

"Thank you." Collins continued, his tone sharpening. "Here’s the important part. Both teams were hired by the sa person."

Axel straightened. "One person?"

"Yes," Collins said firmly. "Blake Martinez."

The room seed to freeze.

Ethan’s smile vanished instantly. His eyes darkened, anger flaring so fast it was almost visible. "What the fuck?" he snapped. "Why would Blake Martinez want dead?"

There was a beat of silence before Collins spoke again, sounding genuinely puzzled. "Did you offend him sohow?"

Ethan let out a harsh laugh. "If I offended every powerful man who hated , I’d need a longer list than your database."

Then Collins muttered, half to himself, "Oh, fuck..."

Axel’s gaze sharpened as he stared at his cell phone. "What?"

Collins inhaled slowly. "Did he know about the secret task? The one involving his daughter?"

The air in the room dropped several degrees.

Axel and Ethan locked eyes.

Neither of them spoke.

For a mont, the only sound was the rhythmic beeping of the monitor beside Ethan’s bed.

Axel broke the silence first. His voice was calm, but there was an edge beneath it. "Collins, how confident are you about this information?"

"Very," Collins replied without hesitation. "I wouldn’t bring Blake Martinez’s na into this without proof. I’ve traced the paynts, the interdiaries, the phone records, and the timing. I’ll send you the evidence imdiately."

Axel nodded slowly, though Collins couldn’t see it. "Good."

Ethan ran a hand through his hair, frustration clearly flashing from his gaze.

"I don’t get it," he said, frowning. "If this were about business between Wright Group and Martinez Group, Blake wouldn’t go to this extent. Sending assassins isn’t how he handles corporate disputes. At least that I know of."

"That’s exactly what bothered , too," Collins said. "Which ans this is personal."

Ethan turned to Axel. "Then why? Why ?"

Axel’s jaw tightened slightly. He took a breath before speaking. "Because this isn’t about the Wright Group."

Both Ethan and Collins went silent.

"It’s about Natalie Martinez," Axel continued.

Ethan’s body stiffened.

Axel t his gaze steadily. "You were the one who executed her."

Ethan exhaled slowly, his eyes lowering for a brief mont before lifting again. "Yes. But it was clean. No witnesses. No loose ends. There was no way to trace it back to you or ."

"That’s what you believed," Axel said quietly. "And under normal circumstances, you would’ve been right."

Collins cursed softly on the other end. "You think Blake knows it wasn’t a suicide."

"I don’t," Axel replied. "I know for certain he does."

He began pacing slowly, his mind clearly working through the pieces. "Blake Martinez suspected sothing after Natalie’s death. And that sothing was related to . That’s why he tried to find my weakness. He wanted leverage on ."

Ethan frowned. "But he stopped."

"Exactly," Axel said. "He suddenly stopped digging into . At the ti, we thought he’d given up. But now, it makes sense."

Collins inhaled sharply. "He shifted targets."

"Yes," Axel said. "He stopped looking at ... and started looking at the executor."

Ethan’s expression darkened. "He’s looking at ."

"Not imdiately," Axel added. "But once he confird Natalie’s death wasn’t suicide, he would’ve traced everyone involved. Eventually, he would’ve found you."

Ethan clenched his jaw. "Wait! How did he know about it?" He stared at Axel, as if waiting for him to say sothing. But Axel seed lost in his own thoughts.

"That’s Blake Martinez," Collins’ voice echoed from the cell phone speaker. "Cold and vindictive."

Ethan let out a bitter laugh. "The old man, sending two teams just to be sure. Overkill suits him."

Axel stopped pacing and looked directly at Ethan. "What worries more is how he knows about you. How did he know Natalie’s death was not a suicide?"

"That’s what I asked earlier..." Ethan softly responds.

Silence fell again, heavier this ti.

Then Axel spoke, his voice lower. "There’s sothing else."

Ethan lifted his head. "What?"

"I suspect soone leaked information to Blake," Axel said. "Soone in your team or close to you told him that you were the executor."

Both Ethan and Collins froze.