The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 378: Sabotage

"Sir, does that mean you agree to support Mr. Tanner?" Victor asked curiously.

Blake’s gaze sharpened, smoke curling around his face like a crown of shadows.

"Yes. We will go head-to-head with Finley Morgan." Blake’s voice was smooth, confident, and deadly sure. "And you know Axel Knight is Morgan’s biggest supporter, right?"

Victor nodded. "Yes, of course. Everyone knows that."

A faint smile played on Blake’s lips, one that carried neither warmth nor mercy. "Then this is not just business," he said quietly. "It is a strategy."

They discussed a few more details and arrangements for capturing Ethan Wright alive. Every word was precise, every plan measured. When everything was settled, Blake stubbed out his cigarette in a crystal ashtray.

Victor opened the door for him. "Safe travels, sir."

Blake walked toward his waiting car, his coat swaying lightly with each step.

The driver opened the door, and Blake slid into the back seat without a word.

Today, he had another meeting. Not with grieving relatives. Not with subordinates.

But with Matthew Tanner, the man destined to become the future leader of the country.

...

At Nevalis City, the afternoon sky hung low and heavy, matching the mood inside Wright Group’s top-floor office.

Ethan Wright sat at the head of the long glass table, one leg crossed over the other, posture relaxed in a way that suggested effortless authority.

If anyone didn’t know better, they would assume he was born into this role. The truth was, he had simply grown into it too fast.

Across from him, several director-level executives sat stiffly, tablets open, reports ready, throats dry.

Ethan listened with half-lidded eyes, fingers lazily tapping the tabletop. Boring numbers. Predictable charts. The kind of meeting that made him question why coffee wasn’t considered an intravenous necessity.

Then the logistics director cleared his throat.

"So... our shipment to Velden has not arrived, sir. Our local team investigated. The delay was caused by sabotage." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Ethan’s tapping stopped.

His gaze sharpened, dark and focused. "Sabotage," he repeated slowly. "Can you explain more?"

"Yes, sir. Our investigation indicates M Group involvement."

The air in the room shifted. Even the sales director sat straighter.

"The client is already pressuring us," the sales director added carefully. "They’re starting to lose trust. We need your help to thoroughly investigate this matter, sir. We hope M Group doesn’t continue interfering."

Ethan leaned back in his chair, hand crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed as if he were thinking deeply.

Inwardly, however, his mind exploded.

’This fucking Martinez Group! They wanted to challenge the Wright Group? Again?’

He almost laughed at the audacity. The Martinez family truly had nine lives and zero survival instinct.

After a long pause that made the directors sweat and confused, Ethan finally spoke.

"Alright. I will look into it with the security team. Don’t worry about the cargo." His eyes slid to the sales director. "Smooth-talk the client. Promise them the goods will arrive soon. If they insist on faster delivery, send another batch, and the X-Guard team will escort the delivery!"

Relief washed over the table.

"Thank you, sir."

"Appreciated so much, sir."

After talking about a few trivial matters, finally, Ethan dismissed them with a wave. Chairs scraped. Tablets closed. Executives hurried out as if staying a second longer might shorten their lifespan.

Soon, the conference room was empty.

Ethan remained seated.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Collins.

No answer.

He stared at the screen, brows knitting.

"Is he busy?" he muttered, standing and walking toward the glass wall that overlooked the city. "This is strange, Ethan rarely ignores my call. Unless..."

He dialed again, curious.

Three rings later, the call connected.

"Hi, Ethan. What’s up?" Collins’ voice came through—accompanied by rapid keyboard clacking in the background.

"Are you busy?" Ethan asked.

"Yeah. Extremely busy." The typing grew even louder. "Big Boss wants me to investigate someone from abroad. He wants the data on his table today. Do you need my help?"

Ethan pinched the bridge of his nose as a headache bloomed. Asking Collins to handle this would slow him down. And Axel would not appreciate that.

’This Martinez group really challenges my blood pressure!’ He thought before saying, "Never mind, man. I will ask someone else to handle it."

The typing stopped abruptly.

"...Are you sure, man?" Collins asked suspiciously. "That tone in your voice usually means trouble."

Ethan chuckled dryly. "Well, yeah, this is indeed trouble. A rat started nibbling at our territory again."

Silence.

Then Collins spoke slowly. "You mean... Martinez?"

"Bingo."

The keyboard clattered again, faster than before. "I thought they stopped attacking Wright. Why do they attack you again? Is this Grayenfall’s matter?"

"So did I," Ethan said. "Apparently, they’ve entered the logistics business in Velden City. Bold move. Suicidal move."

"It seems they haven’t learned from the past. And we’ve been too lenient with them."

"I know, right?" Ethan took a deep sigh. "And they are so bold this time!"

"Want me to teach them a digital lesson?" Collins offered, amusement threading his voice. "One click and their entire database will start speaking whale language."

Ethan laughed under his breath, hearing his offer. "Tempting. But no. This time, I want a direct approach. I’ll let my team handle them face-to-face."

"Ooooh," Collins teased. "Physical intimidation arc unlocked. Man, I like this move..."

"Shut up," Ethan said, though a smirk tugged at his lips. "Listen. I won’t bother you further. Your boss might skin you alive if you’re late."

Collins laughed. "Yeah, he already scares me more than my electricity bill. Call me if you need anything, man."

"Sure."

Ethan ended the call.

He slipped his phone into his pocket and turned away from the window. The city lights shimmered outside, peaceful and oblivious to the war quietly brewing beneath.

He grabbed his jacket.

Time to visit X-Guard headquarters.

If the Martinez Group wanted a fight, he was more than happy to remind them exactly who ruled Velden City.

And this time...

He won’t be gentle.