Trapped in a Secret Marriage with a Dangerous Billionaire - Chapter 340

Chapter 340: Viktor Reagent
Xander and Asher stood, adjusting their disguises before stepping out of the black SUV.

Their team had worked hard to create perfect undercover identities for them—Xander was now “Elias Grayson,” an ex-mercenary looking for work in the underworld, while Asher had taken on the alias “Noel Carter,” a wealthy arms dealer with international connections.

Their new identities had already been leaked into criminal networks, so they wouldn’t be questioned about who they were wherever they went.

A few weeks after arriving at Octavia Empire, they met their first lead, Dimitri Vasiliev. He was the mid-level player in the arms trade.

Getting close to him was the only way to find out where the real bosses were.

Dimitri tested Xander and Asher at the first meeting. In the end, they gained his trust.

But Xander got to find out through that test that whoever Dimitri was working for didn’t just want allies. They wanted killers.

Xander kept feeling something unsettling about the mission. Since it was just a gut feeling, he merely shared it with Asher.

And Asher had given a small chuckle and replied, “You always say that before things go to hell.” Though there was a sharp edge to his gaze.

—

Finally, today, Xander and Asher were meeting one of the bosses who called the shots.

Xander and Asher arrived at the rendezvous point Dimitri had sent them—the basement of an exclusive, members-only casino in the heart of Octavia. Unlike the neon-lit chaos of the main floor, this underground level was eerily quiet, save for the low murmur of conversations and the occasional clinking of glasses.

Xander adjusted the cuff of his tailored jacket, his sharp eyes scanning the room. The space was dimly lit, with high-stakes poker tables scattered around and well-dressed men indulging in expensive cigars.

It was the kind of place where fortunes were won and lost in a single hand, but tonight, they weren’t here to gamble with money.

They were here to gamble with their lives.

Asher, ever the smooth talker, smirked as he stepped forward, leading the way. “Dimitri sure knows how to pick a meeting spot,” he mused. “Looks like a place where secrets go to die.”

Xander wasn’t in the mood for jokes. His instincts were on high alert. The deeper they got into this mission, the more dangerous it became.

At the far end of the room, Dimitri stood near a set of double doors, waiting. He gave them an acknowledging nod before leading them inside.

The room beyond was a stark contrast to the lavish casino—a simple yet elegant conference room with a long mahogany table in the center. At the head of the table sat a man neither Xander nor Asher had expected to see.

Viktor Reagent.

Xander’s blood ran cold.

Asher stiffened beside him, his casual demeanour vanishing in an instant.

The Reagent family. The very people who wanted Xander dead.

Viktor, dressed in a dark blue suit, leaned back in his chair, his fingers lazily tapping against the armrest. His sharp features and piercing gaze gave him an air of superiority, and the smug smirk on his lips made it clear—he knew exactly who they were.

“Well, well,” Viktor drawled. “What an unexpected surprise.”

Dimitri, oblivious to the tension, gestured for them to sit. “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to the man who runs the real business in this city. If you want in, you go through him.”

Xander remained standing. His mind was racing. How had Viktor found out? Was their cover blown?

Asher recovered quickly, sliding into one of the chairs with a relaxed smile. “Didn’t think we’d be meeting royalty tonight.”

Viktor chuckled. “Oh, please. No need for formalities. I’m just a businessman.” His gaze flickered to Xander. “And you… you must be Elias Grayson.”

Xander clenched his jaw. He had two choices—continue playing along or assume the worst.

He chose the former.

He smirked, lowering himself into the chair across from Viktor. “That’s right. And you must be the man with all the answers.”

Viktor studied him for a moment, then let out an amused hum. “Perhaps.” He leaned forward, clasping his hands together. “Tell me, Elias, what exactly do you and your associate have to offer me?”

Xander forced himself to relax, but every fiber of his being was on edge. If Viktor knew the truth, this wasn’t a business meeting—it was a trap.

And they had just walked straight into it.

—

For the next twenty minutes, Xander and Asher played their roles to perfection. They spoke of smuggling routes, weapon access, and high-level security operations—everything that would convince Viktor they were valuable assets.

Viktor listened, nodding occasionally, but there was something in his expression—an amusement that unsettled Xander.

Then, without warning, Viktor snapped his fingers.

The door behind them opened, and a guard stepped inside, carrying a sleek black tablet. He handed it to Viktor, who turned the screen toward them.

Xander’s stomach dropped.

It was a grainy surveillance photo of himself—without the disguise—taken from the last time he had been in Octavia.

Asher stiffened.

Viktor’s smirk widened. “Tell me, Elias… do you believe in coincidences?”

Xander’s muscles coiled, preparing for a fight. He had his answer.

Their cover was blown.

—

For a moment, the room was silent. The air thickened with tension as Xander and Asher processed the undeniable truth—their mission had been compromised.

Xander’s grip tightened beneath the table, his mind working at lightning speed. Escape routes, possible weapons within reach, the number of guards outside—he analyzed everything within seconds.

Viktor Reagent’s smirk deepened as he leaned back into his chair, completely at ease. “You know, when I first received word that two new players were sniffing around, I was curious.” He tapped the screen of the tablet, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Imagine my delight when I discovered that one of them was none other than Xander Scott.”

Asher’s smirk never faltered, but his eyes were razor-sharp as he casually folded his arms. “Must be an honour to meet us, then.”

Viktor chuckled, shaking his head. “Oh, Noel—or should I say, Asher Moore—I will admit, I do admire the effort. The disguises, the fake identities… truly impressive. But you made one mistake.”

Xander didn’t move, his gaze locked onto Viktor’s. “And what would that be?”

Viktor placed the tablet down and adjusted his cuffs. “You underestimated how much the Reagent family wants you dead.”

The moment the words left his mouth, the door burst open. And six armed men stormed inside with their weapons raised.

Dimitri, who had been sitting silently the entire time, quickly pushed his chair back and lifted his hands in surrender. “Viktor, what the hell is this?”

Viktor didn’t even glance at him. “You did your job, Dimitri. Now step aside before you get caught in the crossfire.”