The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 122

"Preston," Christian said, his voice returning to its usual icy composure, carrying an undeniable tone of command. "Three things. Look into them immediately."

"Go ahead, sir."

"First. Find out every single detail about my time in The Whispering Pines Suite at The Zenith last night. Everything from the moment I walked in to the moment I left. What I drank, what I ate, who served me, and pull all the security footage. I want a thorough breakdown. Focus on the glass of water I drank, and... find out if Evelyn was at the restaurant, what she was doing, and who she interacted with." He paused for a fraction of a second when he mentioned Evelyn's name.

"Understood."

"Second. The reporters this morning. Find out who leaked the information to them, who organized the ambush, which media outlet arrived first, and who is pulling the strings behind the scenes." Christian's tone was frigid. "I want to know exactly who is messing with me."

"Got it. And the third thing?"

Christian fell silent for a moment, his gaze shifting to the cold, concrete expanse of the parking garage. When he spoke, his voice was noticeably lower. "Third. Trace the anonymous photos sent to my mother. Find the source, the mailing route, the photographer—dig up every traceable piece of information."

"Yes, Mr. Lancaster." Preston didn't hesitate, quickly noting down the instructions. "I'll leverage all our resources and get back to you as soon as possible."

Christian gave a curt hum of acknowledgment. He was about to end the call when he remembered something else. "Evelyn... where is she staying now?"

Preston hesitated for a split second before answering. "Based on our current information, Ms. Sullivan has been staying with her friend, Madeline Thorne, since the divorce. It's an apartment on the east side called The Anchorage."

"Send the address to this phone," Christian ordered.

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