The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 206

Chapter 206: Master?

Suddenly, William Walters’s cold voice echoed from behind.

"You think... You can leave just like that?"

Evelyn took a deep sigh as she turned toward William Walters, who was standing in his place, a malicious smile flashing on his lips.

She couldn’t believe this man still had the nerve to hold her back after what she did to six of his bodyguards.

"Now what? You still have more idiot bodyguards hidden somewhere? Maybe in the pantry—" Her voice trailed off abruptly. Her gaze froze, and her heart stuttered to a halt.

From the hallway, a familiar figure emerged. The sight of him made her breath seem to stop and her mind whirl.

The world seemed to shrink, sound fading into a distant hum.

Her baton nearly slipped from her grasp.

Walking toward her, with his usual calm stride, was him... Nolan Palmer.

Her martial arts master.

Evelyn blinked rapidly, certain her eyes were playing tricks on her.

’What is he doing here?’ she thought wildly. ’He never leaves his home in the mountains. He hates crowded cities. Why would he come here? Why now?’

For the first time that day, Evelyn’s fierce, untouchable demeanor crumbled.

Her sharp eyes softened, her spine straightened, and the fearless woman who had taken down six men without breaking a sweat suddenly looked like a nervous student again.

She swallowed hard, her voice trembling slightly as she bowed her head.

"M-Master..." Her throat felt tight. "H-how is your health?"

Nolan Palmer stopped a few steps away from her.

At first glance, he appeared frail; a man in his mid-sixties, slim and composed, his short white hair gleaming under the chandelier’s light.

However, the quiet strength in his posture and the sharpness of his gaze told a different story.

His face remained expressionless, as always, but his eyes—warm, tired, and knowing—rested on her with something that looked like pride mixed with sorrow.

"Eve," he greeted softly, his deep voice steady and calm. "You’ve grown so much stronger and much more skillful in combat than the last time we sparred."

Evelyn smiled faintly, though her heart felt heavier by the second.

"You taught me well, Master."

Nolan’s gaze shifted to the unconscious men littering the floor.

He sighed quietly, his brows furrowing. "It seems I taught you too well."

Evelyn winced slightly, half embarrassed, half defensive.

"They started it," she muttered. "Besides, I only used twenty percent of what you taught me."

A faint twitch darted across Nolan’s lips, almost forming a smile but not quite.

"I can see that."

For a moment, silence filled the room.

Evelyn’s chest ached. She wanted to run up to him and hug him, just as she used to when she was a child, after long training sessions.

But something in his eyes stopped her. Something serious, hesitant, heavy.

Then he spoke, "Eve... don’t resist your father. Can you just follow what he asks for?"

Evelyn froze.

The words hit her like a slap.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. She stared at Nolan, as if trying to confirm she hadn’t misheard.

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