It's Love That Blinds Him
It’s Love That Blinds Him – Chapter 37

Lucia fell asleep in her chair. When she woke up, the discussion was already over. And everyone already had a cup of coffee from which they quietly took a sip from time to time. The sadness of not being able to replace a new model is gone. After glancing at the people enjoying their coffee, Lucia grabbed her bag, excused herself and left.

She felt so exhausted. Although she had not yet fully recovered, she still had to go to work, and it exhausted her.

“Is Lucia okay?” Jay asked with a surprised look.

“Lucia?” No, she is doing well. I think she’s just exhausted and wants to rest,” Hayes replied as he watched Lucia leave.

“So there’s nothing to be worried about him?” » Jay wanted confirmation that she was really okay.

“Yes… She has always been a responsible person. She would never say no to a job, even if it was at the cost of her health. » Although Hayes sounded like he was joking, his voice sounded quite serious.

He knew Lucia well, after all. Whenever they faced a problem, she was always the first to offer a solution. She never shied away from doing hard work, unlike most women. That was why Hayes sometimes felt like Lucia was more of a man than a woman.

There was a principle that the people at DZ Media applied: a woman should work like a man and a man should work like a beast. And in their profession, it was better to be strong than sick.

At the port of Alexandria in Egypt

Malcolm sat quietly on a chair in the abandoned factory not far from the port. He was dressed in a black shirt and black pants. The top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, exposing his strong, muscular chest. And his hair was not neatly styled, but was a little messy. As he flicked the lighter in his hand on and off, the flame emanating from it looked strange in the dark place.

Next to him was Enoch, also sitting in a chair. Compared to Malcolm’s calm expression, Enoch seemed to be a little nervous. There was a hint of excitement in his eyes. He looked impatiently at the entrance.

Their employees, Byron, Kaleb, Terrell, and Finn, stood quietly behind them. They also had many other bodyguards stationed outside the factory. They hid in the darkness to deal with any emergency that might arise. On the other hand, there weren’t many people around Malcolm and Enoch. This seemed strange, given the seriousness of the situation.

The iron door opened, John, a forty year old man, walked slowly towards Malcolm. He was accompanied by his men, who were all dressed in black. Looking up, Malcolm motioned for her to sit in the chair across from him. Without any hesitation, John sat down, but there was a hint of aggression in his gaze.

John’s men lined up behind him.

“As usual,” Malcolm said indifferently.

Byron and Kaleb led their men to check if John’s bodyguards had any weapons on them. It was only after confirming that they had no suspicious weapons in their possession that Byron and Kaleb returned to their original position.

“Long time no see, Mr. Evans. » John’s English was mixed with a strong Middle Eastern accent.

“Yes, it’s been a while,” Malcolm replied with a slight smile, glancing at the man sitting across from him.

“Since you failed to deliver the goods as promised, you must make up for my losses and get me a new shipment,” John said arrogantly while looking at Malcolm.

” Oh yes? » Malcolm gestured for him to continue.

“In addition to the goods, I also want fifty million dollars to compensate for my losses. » John spared no effort in presenting his requests.

“What if I don’t agree?” » Malcolm seemed to reject him without even thinking about it. Although he only asked her one question, the implication behind it was quite clear.

“Don’t you want to agree?” Very good, then. Don’t blame me if I don’t play fair,” John replied with a confident smile. He didn’t seem to be surprised by Malcolm’s reaction.

” Is it true? » Malcolm raised his eyebrows while continuing to play with the lighter in his hand.

And John was visibly annoyed by her indifference. He was one of the most influential men in the Middle East. Yet every time he made a deal with the Evans family, he always came out on the losing end. After all, he needed the Evans family’s supply of weapons, and he couldn’t afford to offend them because of their power. But this time, he no longer had to be afraid of the Evans family because he had the support of a powerful person, and he had everything planned. Besides, it was the Evans family who lost the container with their goods, anyway, if the news spread, they would be the only ones in trouble.

But John forgot that in their world, the last word always went to the strongest.

“Malcolm…I’ll give you three minutes to think about it. But if you’re still so stubborn, then I can’t help you. You’re going to pay for what you did,” John said rudely.

“No need to wait. I can give you the answer right away. » Malcolm looked at him with a smile, as if he was making fun of John’s nervousness.

“Then why don’t you knock him over already?” » John seemed very proud, as if he had been given a lot of money.

“I completely disagree with your demands,” Malcolm said in a low voice, staring straight into John’s eyes.

“You… Finish him off.” » Although John was a little afraid of Malcolm, he quickly calmed down when giving the order.

However, not a single one of his men came forward. Seeing this, he began to panic. His bodyguards approached Malcolm and greeted him with a bow.

“You betrayed me?” » John’s voice shook with fear.

” To betray? They have not betrayed you since they were never your men,” Enoch said slowly. He then got up and walked towards John, clapping his hands as if he were witnessing a very beautiful spectacle.

Malcolm remained indifferent to everything that was happening in front of him. With his head down, he continued to play with his lighter. When the light from the flame reached John’s eyes, his look went from fear to absolute horror. It looked like he was looking at the god of death coming towards him.

“John, did you really think these guns were the reason the Evans family is so powerful? If we didn’t have connections all over the world, how can we rest so easily? » Although Enoch’s voice was low, there was a look of contempt in his eyes.

“You… What you are doing is against the rules of the underworld,” John stammered in a trembling voice.

“Oh, is it now? Are you talking about periods now? Even though you’ve been in this business for so long, you’re still stupid. In this world, it is the strongest who has the last word. Did you really not know such a simple truth? » Enoch laughed arrogantly at John’s ignorance.

“Everyone knows that you have lost my property. You won’t get anything if something happens to me here! » Since John was an experienced man in the underworld, it didn’t take him too long to calm down.

“I hate being threatened, John,” Malcolm said softly as he walked towards him. “Also, who created these problems in the first place? You or me? Even though it was just a simple question, it made John extremely nervous.

Suddenly, they heard the sound of gunfire coming from outside the factory, and John instantly became very aggressive. “Even if Malcolm has his men, there’s no way he has more than me. Besides, those who entered the factory are unarmed,” John thought with a complacent smile.

Hands in his pockets, Malcolm stared at him calmly. His expression didn’t change at all. And suddenly, a faint smile appeared on his lips. It was a murderous smile, and there was a hint of bloodlust in his eyes. After taking two steps forward, he stood right in front of John.

John wanted to step back, but someone stopped him. He felt something was wrong. When the sound of gunfire stopped, he expected his men to rush through the door, but it was Malcolm’s men who entered.

“You didn’t think I was going to let you cause trouble on my territory so easily?” Will you tell me where the container is going, John? In America? » Malcolm was slow and cold as he glanced at John, who was on the ground.

“Ah… America, yes! » John understood that it was over for him now.

“And when will the goods be transported? Malcolm asked in a cruel tone.

“For…Tomorrow…They will be transported tomorrow. They’re in the harbor right now,” John stammered.

Malcolm glanced at Kaleb, who nodded and left. If the container had not left Egypt, then there would be no problem.

Thinking of this, Malcolm suddenly stood up. He then turned to Byron and held out his hand. Understanding what he meant, Byron immediately took out a small black box, opened it and handed Malcolm a gun. Malcolm gave John a pointed look as he played with the gun.

And John was frozen with fear, unable to say a single word. He was shaking and trying to get up, but the guy behind him kicked him in the back of the knee, forcing him to kneel again.

“You want to bring down the Evans family? Look at you, anyone could easily dispose of you, and yet here you are, threatening me! It’s ridiculous! Malcolm asked through gritted teeth.

Pointing the loaded gun at John’s forehead, he took pleasure in seeing John’s eyes widen in horror as he slowly pulled the trigger. Looking at the silver gun that was pointed at his forehead, John realized that he had made an absolute mistake in trying to undermine the authority of the Evans family.

“Don’t… Please don’t shoot.” Malcolm… No! » John crawled over to him, held his feet and begged him. But someone from behind grabbed John, making him kneel in front of Malcolm.

“If you still don’t understand, then maybe Satan will explain it to you when you see him in hell. »

Malcolm had barely finished his words when he pulled the trigger. John’s forehead then began to bleed from the gunshot wound. The fear in John’s eyes never went away.

He was a very ambitious man, but now he has died tragically.

“Byron, take care of this,” Malcolm ordered and gave him the gun.

“Yes, sir,” Byron replied in a respectful tone.

The next minute, Malcolm got into the car waiting outside, and drove away.

The next day, news of John’s death spread throughout the underworld. Rumor had it that he tried to blackmail someone and was killed, but the Evans family is nowhere mentioned. At the same time, the local newspaper mentioned that a shooting had taken place at the Port of Alexandria the day before, where two gangs had clashed wildly.