The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover-Chapter 394: What If?

Evelyn didn’t waste time. "Axel found Aunty Martha’s son."

Oscar froze mid-sip. "He did what?"

"He found him," she repeated, nodding.

Oscar nearly choked on his coffee. "You’re kidding. I searched for years. Every lead said the boy was dead. No records. No trace. It was like he vanished into thin air. How could Axel have found him so fast?"

"Well, I can’t tell you the details of how he found him. But he found him," Evelyn said calmly. "Axel kept it quiet because he didn’t want to raise Aunty Martha’s hopes before confirming it."

Oscar leaned back, running a hand through his hair.

"Unbelievable. Of course, Axel would be the one to pull that off. That man treats impossible tasks like weekend hobbies."

Evelyn smiled. "Indeed. You remember, his name is Noah...right?"

"Hmm, I remember."

"Now, he goes by Ethan," Evelyn explained.

Oscar blinked. "Ethan?"

"Yes, Ethan Wright," Evelyn said.

Hearing that name, Oscar’s brows drew together as he stared at Evelyn. That name rang in his mind, as if he had read it before.

"Wait," he said slowly. "Ethan Wright?"

Evelyn tilted her head, watching his reaction closely. "Yes. You know him?"

"Know him?" Oscar let out a short, breathless laugh, more disbelief than amusement. "I don’t know him personally, but I swear I’ve seen that name somewhere." His eyes suddenly lit up. "Eve, let me borrow your laptop."

Before she could respond, he was already on his feet.

He crossed the office in long strides and dropped into her chair, as it belonged to him.

"I need to check something," he muttered, fingers already flying over the keyboard.

Evelyn shook her head, amused. "You didn’t even wait for permission."

"You summoned me. That gives me temporary office privileges," he replied without looking at her.

Evelyn can’t help but smile faintly and leans against the sofa, her gaze fixed on the scenery outside the window. Her thoughts drifted, pulled by a familiar name that now refused to stay quiet.

Ethan Wright.

The name echoed in her mind, tugging loose memories she hadn’t revisited in years.

Back when she was still actively involved with the Walters Group, she had attended a gala dinner in another city.

It had been an extravagant affair, all crystal chandeliers and forced smiles. She remembered meeting a young businessman there, calm and sharp-eyed, with an aura that didn’t quite match the polished suit he wore.

His name had been Ethan Wright. He is the CEO of Wright Group from Nevalis City.

At the time, she hadn’t thought much of it. Businessmen came and went, and their names blurred together. Especially if they didn’t have a project with the Walters Group.

But now that Axel has found Aunty Martha’s missing son, the coincidence feels too loud to ignore.

’Is it really the same person?’ She wondered.

Before she could sink deeper into her thoughts, Oscar suddenly shouted, "Gotcha! Eve, I finally found it!"

Evelyn nearly jumped. "Do you have to announce it like that? Jeez, you almost gave me a heart attack—"

Oscar spun around in the chair, eyes bright with excitement. He stood, grabbed the laptop, and hurried back to the seating area, placing it on the coffee table between them like a prized trophy.

"Eve," he said, practically vibrating, "I never met Ethan Wright, and I’ve never read about him online."

She frowned. "Then what did you find?"

"A job offer," Oscar said, tapping the screen. "A few days ago. And trust me, this one isn’t normal."

Her expression sharpened. "A job? What kind of job?"

"The same job from the person who asked me to dig into Axel’s weaknesses," he said grimly. "They came back with another assignment. A new target."

Evelyn’s pulse quickened. "And the target?"

Oscar looked up at her, eyes dark now. "Ethan Wright."

The air between them shifted.

"What the hell!? The person behind that request is Blake Martinez?" Evelyn asked in disbelief.

Oscar snapped his fingers. He proudly said, "Bingo. Even though Blake Martinez’s name wasn’t on the email, I know it’s him. The same methods, job offers come from my acquaintance abroad."

Evelyn leaned back against the sofa, her fingers curling on her lap. Her mind raced. Blake Martinez targeting Axel was one thing. Targeting Ethan—Noah—was another.

But what if they weren’t the same person?

"I can’t say for sure they’re the same," she said slowly. "What if... This Ethan Wright isn’t Aunt Martha’s son?"

Oscar nodded, his earlier excitement fading into thoughtfulness. "Well, you are right... That’s possible. Ethan isn’t exactly a rare name."

Still, unease crept into her chest, cold and persistent. Axel had mentioned Ethan’s accident. The timing was too precise. Too cruel.

"It’s strange, though. Why would Blake want information on both Axel and someone named Ethan Wright? What’s the connection?"

"That’s what worries me," Evelyn admitted. "If they are the same person... Blake is circling closer than we thought."

Oscar tried to lighten the mood, forcing a grin. "Or maybe he just has terrible luck and keeps chasing people with the same name."

She let out a deep sigh. "You’re terrible at comforting people. Did you accept the job offer?"

"Of course not," he said defensively. "You told me not to accept any assignments, so I didn’t. I behaved."

"You really didn’t accept it?"

He raised his hands. "Scout’s honor. I declined politely and professionally. Told them I was unavailable."

Evelyn exhaled slowly, unaware she had been holding her breath. "Thank you. I don’t want to take on any work right now, especially after my injury. It’s just too risky..."

Oscar studied her face, his tone softening. "You’re worried about Martinez?"

"I am," she admitted. "If Blake is pursuing Ethan, and Ethan is actually Noah... then this situation could be dangerous for all of us."

Oscar nodded. "No worry. Axel won’t let that happen."

"I know," she said, though her voice wavered slightly. "But still... coincidences like this make me uneasy."

Oscar reached for his coffee and took a sip, frowning. "Dang it! Why is it already cold!?"

"You made it yourself," she reminded him.

"Another tragedy," he sighed, then smiled at her. "Still, this is... thrilling, in a terrifying way. Like a mystery novel with a tragic ending where we’re unfortunately part of the plot."

Evelyn gave a small laugh. "Don’t say that. The ending is still being written. Let’s just hope the ending is a happy one."