The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 120

The B2 level of The Pinnacle Apartments' underground garage was hollow and dead silent. As an exclusive VIP parking zone, vehicles were sparse, making the emptiness feel incredibly oppressive. The only sound was the low, rhythmic hum of the ventilation system, echoing like the heavy breathing of a dormant monster.

A sleek, aggressively styled, matte-black Aston Martin DBS Superleggera sat quietly in the reserved spot closest to the private elevator. The machine stood out violently against the surrounding fleet of conservative luxury sedans. It looked like a predator lying in wait, exuding a quiet, lethal menace even in park.

The driver's side door was violently yanked open. Christian practically threw himself into the seat and slammed the door shut.

Thud.

The heavy impact echoed through the deserted garage before being instantly swallowed by the car's thick acoustic glass, plunging the cabin into a vacuum-like, absolute silence.

Christian didn't start the engine.

Over the last three years, he had rarely driven it. He only brought it out when his mood turned exceptionally poisonous, or when he had off-the-books business to handle. Sitting here now, inhaling the familiar scent of rich leather, his overheating, violently redlining brain finally got a fraction of a second to cool down.

He sat in dead silence for a few seconds. Reaching out, he popped open a hidden compartment beneath the center console. It was completely empty save for a solitary, silver-gray metal cigarette case and a matching lighter.