The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover (Evelyn) novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244: I Need Evidence!

Evelyn walked Stella all the way to the door. She was in a hurry, already fumbling in her coat pocket for her phone.

However, Evelyn held her shoulder firmly. "Stella, if someone calls you again like that, do not trust them," she said with a firm tone that left no room for negotiation.

"I know, Sis. I won’t trust them and surely won’t fall for their tricks again."

Stella puffed her cheeks, then wrapped her arms around Evelyn with surprising strength.

"Love you, sis. Text me when you get home. Bye..." She hurriedly left the room toward the hall, waving excitedly before walking out of the restaurant.

After Evelyn no longer saw Stella, she finally turned inside and closed the door.

She sat down again.

Exhaled slowly.

Her expression shifted from gentle big sister to something entirely more dangerous, a force of nature quietly simmering.

She took out her phone.

Her thumb hovered over a contact name, Oscar.

She pressed the call.

The dial tone rang once.

Twice.

Then a familiar deep voice answered, warm and lazy in a way that immediately contrasted with her mood.

"Oscar..." Evelyn said softly. Her tone was calm, steady, but chilling beneath the surface. "I am sorry to disturb you."

"Eve..." Oscar greeted with his usual cheerfulness. But the moment he heard her voice correctly, his tone shifted. "Everything alright? You sound like you’re about to take someone’s life. Should I be concerned... or impressed?"

Evelyn did not answer immediately. She pinched the bridge of her nose, willing her anger to settle so she could speak clear words instead of unleashing a storm.

After inhaling deeply, she whispered, "Oscar, I need your help."

There was a faint chuckle from the other side.

"My god, Evelyn... You know you do not have to say it like a confession, right? Of course I’ll help you. Shoot. What happened?"

Evelyn launched into the entire story without stopping for breath. Stella’s panic. The fake phone call. The three gangsters were waiting in the dark. Stella is running for her life. Dylan appeared just in time.

Oscar reacted exactly as expected.

"What? What the fucking hell..." he shouted. "Why are people in your country so bold? Kidnapping innocent women like it’s a Tuesday hobby? Are the movies influencing them? Or did they all fail kindergarten?"

Evelyn let out a stressed laugh despite her anger.

"I do not know. But yes, three gangsters almost kidnapped her. I am furious."

"Relax," Oscar said. "Do not be angry, or your wrinkles will show more."

"You..." Evelyn clenched her jaw, fighting the urge to laugh and strangle him at the same time. "Oscar Jennings! I am serious!"

"I know. I know. But I cannot let you grow old before your time," Oscar’s voice gentled, although he still sounded amused. "Sorry, my dear friend. Now go on. Tell me everything."

She rubbed her forehead, trying to smooth the lines he teased her about, then continued.

The more she explained, the quieter Oscar became.

Until Evelyn mentioned the name Lana.

"What? That bitch..." Oscar snapped, then cleared his throat awkwardly. "Oops. Sorry. I couldn’t control myself. But seriously, that damn woman! She is rotten."

Evelyn sighed heavily, sharing the same fury.

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