His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 26: Trouble

Chapter 26: Trouble

"Boss! Are you alright?" Vladimir’s subordinate ran in his direction, feeling apologetic for coming late.

He could see the aftermath of the intense brawl between Vladimir and his five opponents. Vladimir’s clothes hung disheveled. His knuckles bore the crimson stain of his opponents’ blood.

"Brandon, who is this woman?" Vladimir nonchalantly asked his subordinate.

Brandon followed his line of sight and was surprised to see a woman lying unconscious on the ground.

’Did our Boss save this woman?’ He blinked in amusement. It was unusual for his Boss to intervene just because of a woman.

He pulled out his phone and checked something on his record to identify the woman. "She’s Sasha Smith, one of our VIP clients tonight. Is she–"

Brandon didn’t finish his words since Vladimir started to walk away, not even showing a bit of interest in the woman before them. "I’m going home. Luna is super late. Tell her to submit the progress report tomorrow."

"O-Okay Boss... But what am I going to do with her?" Brandon asked, darting his gaze back and forth between Vladimir’s departing figure and the unconscious woman on the ground.

"Suit yourself," Vladimir replied casually. The woman held no significance to him. She was merely fortunate that he happened to be in the mood for a fight tonight.

Brandon: "..."

’I thought this woman meant something to him. I guess I was mistaken,’ he mused, scratching his head with a wry smile. ’Is my boss not interested in women? I’ve never seen him in any romantic relationship or getting involved with a woman.’

"Oh my! Perhaps... he is gay?" Brandon exclaimed, his eyes widening, and his mouth agape at his wild imagination.

Taking a deep sigh, Brandon took care of Sasha, bringing her back to the V-Club. He was on his way to Sasha’s booth when he ran into Timothy Wilson.

"What happened to Sasha?" Timothy inquired, halting Brandon in his tracks.

"Oh, Mr. Wilson. Are you acquainted with her? Perhaps she had a bit too much to drink and passed out on her own," Brandon made some alibi as he didn’t want others to know about Vladimir saving her from the members of Black Spiders.

"Yes, she’s my friend. Hand her over to me. I’ll look after her," Timothy insisted.

Brandon didn’t press for more information, not suspecting Timothy’s ill motive. He simply complied, allowing Timothy to carry Sasha.

’Hmm. You ran away from me, and yet... you still ended up in my arms,’ Timothy thought to himself, concealing his mischievous smile.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Timothy left the V Club together with Sasha, bringing her to the nearest hotel.

"Hey, Mel, have you seen Sasha?" Liz tapped Melissa’s shoulder who was staring at the entrance door of the club absentmindedly.

"Hey! Why are you spacing out? Did you see a ghost?" Liz shook Melissa, snapping her out of her deep stupor.

"Oh. I think Sasha got tired. She went home." Melissa replied, smiling sheepishly.

"Eh?!! Seriously! She’s the one who called us here. And now, she went home without even saying goodbye." Liz remarked, feeling a bit frustrated.

Melissa just smiled faintly and said, "C’mon. Don’t be upset. Let’s enjoy the night. I’m still here you know."

Liz just rolled her eyes skyward. "But Mr. V is no longer here. I think you scared him!"

"Hey, don’t blame me! He suddenly fled when you started talking to him. It was you who scared him away!" Melissa retorted.

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Meanwhile, the man Melissa and Liz were talking about was now standing in front of the door, uncertainty etched across his features as he hesitated on whether to ring the doorbell or not.

"Is she still awake? I don’t want to interrupt her sleep... But I want to see her face badly," he whispered to himself. His hand hovered near the doorbell, fingers poised to press, but hesitation lingered in his mind.

Finally, after a long moment of contemplation, his strong desire to catch a glimpse of her won over him. Vladimir pressed the doorbell. The chime resonated through the place. As the seconds ticked by, his heart pounded with anticipation and yearning.

Soon, the door creaked open and there she was, Athena, standing in the doorway with a smile that could light up his darkest world.

Her eyes sparkled with recognition and joy, and her charming face radiated a welcoming warmth that instantly dissolved any lingering doubts. The moment their eyes met, it felt like the world paused. Vladimir seemed to forget how to breathe.

"Hey, V! You’re back," she greeted, the softness of her voice wrapping around him like a pleasant melody. It was a simple word, but at that moment, his stone-cold heart melted away.

’Damn! She’s so beautiful... making me speechless.’

However, Athena’s smile disappeared almost instantly. It was replaced with concern. "Did you get into a fight again?" The disorder of his clothes and the vivid mark of battle on his hands didn’t escape Athena’s observant eyes.

Without hesitation, Athena took hold of his wrist and guided him into the house, leading him toward the couch. He just obediently followed her, his eyes fixated on their entangled hands.

In that particular instant, a gentle yet charming smile crept on the face of the domineering mafia boss. Only Athena could make him smile like that. If his subordinates were to witness this expression, they might think that their boss had been possessed.

"Wait here. I’ll get the first aid kit," she instructed.

However, before she could take a step, Vladimir grabbed her elbow and said, "No need. I’m not injured. This is my opponent’s blood." He gave her a reassuring smile.

Athena sighed in exasperation, delivering a punch to his chest. "You had me worried when I saw blood on your fists."

Vladimir chuckled huskily, but his laughter ceased almost instantly when he met Athena’s stern gaze.

"Mr. Vladimir Ivankov, what prompted you to beat someone up tonight, huh?" She inquired, her fierce stance demanding him with a proper explanation. She placed her hands on the sides of her waist as if she were a big sister ready to discipline her naughty brother.

Vladimir: "..."

’Uh-oh. I’m in trouble.’ He thought to himself, a guilty expression crossing his face.