The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 133

"Get back to the office immediately!" he barked into his earpiece, the absolute zero of his tone freezing the air. "I'll be there in twenty minutes! Have the PR Director and the Head of Legal drop everything and wait in my office! And use every single channel we have to dig! Find out who leaked this to Lydia Maxwell! I want to know exactly who is playing games in the shadows!"

"Yes, Mr. Lancaster!" Preston responded sharply.

The black sports car moved like an enraged beast, swerving aggressively across lanes with a savage roar from its engine, tearing straight toward the towering glass skyscraper of the Lancaster Group headquarters. The windows were tightly sealed, trapping the heavy, almost suffocating pressure of impending destruction inside. Christian's expression was as dark as the sky before a torrential storm. In the depths of his eyes, thunder and fury twisted together, brewing a terrifying hurricane.

Whoever this mastermind was, daring to meticulously plot against him, force him into such a pathetic corner, and even risk the pristine reputation of the Lancaster Group... he swore he would make them pay an unimaginable price.

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Lancaster Group Headquarters.

Though the lunch hour wasn't quite over, a strange atmosphere was already bleeding through the ground-floor lobby and open office spaces. Several corporate employees walking toward the elevators were instinctively looking down, scrolling rapidly on their phones, their faces painted with shock, curiosity, or outright dread. Hushed whispers echoed faintly from the break rooms.

"Is it real? Mr. Lancaster actually..."

"Starlight Media posted it, and there are pictures! They're a little blurry, but..."

His suit jacket was wrinkled, his collar slightly unbuttoned, and his usually flawless hair was messy. A faint shadow of stubble marked his jawline. But none of that commanded attention quite like the expression on his face—an undisguised, bone-chilling darkness. The low pressure radiating from him was so intense that the security guards on duty instinctively held their breath, straightening their spines as they respectfully, yet fearfully, pulled open the glass doors.

"Mr. Lancaster," the guard greeted in a low voice.

Christian acted as if he hadn't heard a thing, striding straight into the lobby. His polished dress shoes clicked against the gleaming marble floor in a sharp, rhythmic cadence. The commanding, oppressive sound echoed through the massive, suddenly dead-silent space, sending a terrifying shiver down everyone's spine.

The moment he appeared, all the whispers and prying stares vanished into thin air. Employees either immediately dropped their heads to stare intensely at their screens—even if those screens were displaying the scandal—or pretended to be busy walking the other way. The entire first-floor lobby felt as if someone had hit the mute button. All that remained was the cold, unyielding sound of his footsteps, stamping onto everyone's nerves as he marched toward the center of power that was about to be hit by a violent storm.