Chapter 287
Natasha yawned lazily and said, “Alright, get some rest–I’m tired too. We have important business tomorrow, and will be there. I’ll see if I can get him to warm up to me then.” Antonio and the others could only force awkward laughs before quickly departing. They knew Natasha treated her subordinates well and was fiercely loyal.
Combined with her exceptional combat skills and leadership, she maintained firm control over West End, but she was still a woman–and a straightforward one at that, sometimes even more straightforward than the toughest men.
This often left older members like Antonio at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, in the Northern District, a subordinate entered Atlas’s office to report. “Mr. Giordano, our men watched until dawn, but Dylan and Andrew never left West End’s headquarters.”
Atlas extinguished his cigar and scoffed. “Natasha must have let them out through the set tunnels. Damn it, it looks like Andrew has convinced her to ally with Dylan.”
“Should we proceed with the assassination attempts on Dylan and Andrew, Mr. Giordano?” the subordinate asked.
Atlas waved dismissively. “Dylan will be on high alert, so sending assassins would be suicide. As for Andrew, I don’t know his true capabilities yet. We’ll hold off to avoid tipping our hand.
The subordinate sneered. “He looks like a weakling to me–just a smooth–talker with a pretty face. Give me a few good men, and I’ll take care of him for you.”
Atlas laughed coldly. “You fool. Though I haven’t gauged his strength yet, you’d just get yourself killed. Our priority is taking down either West End or South City first. Once I control Jayrodale’s underworld, that boy will be at my mercy.
The subordinate flushed red. “Of course, Mr. Giordano. I’ll take my leave.
Atlas stopped him, asking, “Where’s Finley?”
“Madam Vostokoff is hosting a gala today and invited him. He left early this morning with his entourage, all dressed up,” the subordinate replied.
Atlas grunted in disapproval. “Finley will get himself killed chasing women one of these days. Still, let him go and probe Natasha’s intentions. I hope that pretty widow is smart enough not to actually ally with Dylan and sign her own death warrant.”
After the subordinate left, Atlas’s phone buzzed. Seeing the caller ID, his rough face softened with a hint of indulgence as he answered.
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“Missing me, baby?” Atlas answered sweetly, his tough–guy persona melting away.
On the other end of the line, a sweet, sultry voice whined, “Baby, you haven’t been visiting lately. Have you found someone new?”
Atlas chuckled. “You’re my one and only, my little star. Be patient, baby. Once I take care of some big business, I’ll spoil you properly.”
She giggled. “You’re terrible… I’m not in the modd for your special juice lately.”
Atlas roared with laughter. It was moments like these that made her his favorite–she always knew how to keep things playful and exciting.
“I’m going to a gala today,” she continued, sounding pitiful. “Everyone there will be rich and powerful. I’ll look so plain, and they’ll all look down on me–it’s making me anxious.”
Atlas made a grand gesture. “Baby, you’re my woman. Anyone who dares disrespect you must be tired of living. Enjoy yourself and spend whatever you want. I’ll transfer money to you right now.”
