The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 139

It was long overdue. Cutting ties with that man she called 'Father,' and that place she used to call 'home.'

She shoved the phone back into her bag and grabbed the handle of her luggage cart, ready to keep moving. But right before the device slipped out of sight, the screen lit up again. A thumbnail for a news notification violently crashed into her view—

'Lancaster Heir Spotted With Lyra Langford! Elite Romance Allegedly Confirmed!'

Though the picture was blurry, she could clearly make out the silhouettes of Christian and Lyra. The background appeared to be the entrance of a high-end apartment building.

Evelyn froze. She stared at the notification for three full seconds. Beneath her sunglasses, her eyes darkened, resembling a bottomless, freezing pool. The surface was entirely still, but something intense was surging silently beneath it.

So... it had blown up this big.

She forced the corners of her mouth up, but her facial muscles felt stiff. Ultimately, she didn't open the article. She simply pressed the power button, plunging the screen into darkness, and tossed the phone deep into her bag as if getting rid of a burning coal.

Grabbing her luggage, she straightened her spine and walked toward the exit of the arrivals hall. The dry, blistering African wind caught her linen shirt, highlighting her slender, unyielding frame.

Just as she stepped through the automatic sliding doors, the suffocating heat and exotic atmosphere washing over her, a young local man squeezed through the crowd. He wore a crisp, light-colored uniform, his dark skin contrasting with his bright, genuine smile, and rushed toward her holding a handwritten sign.

The sign read in both Chinese and English: 'Welcome Ms. Rose'.

Speaking in heavily accented but eager English, the man asked, "Excuse me, are you Ms. Rose? Evelyn Sullivan? I am David, sent by Dr. Ashford to pick you up."

Evelyn stopped. Her gaze shifted from the sign reading 'Ms. Rose' to David's earnest, welcoming face. The dark lenses hid the subtle flicker of emotion in her eyes.

"Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, David." She took off her sunglasses, revealing eyes as tranquil as a deep lake. She gave him a polite nod, a small, courteous smile gracing her lips.

Normally, Stephen would immediately soften and comfort her. But right now, his mind was entirely consumed by Evelyn's cold, deadpan voice, her sarcastic remarks, and the catastrophic Lancaster scandal that had dragged his dignity through the mud!

With nowhere to vent his explosive rage, he waved his arm aggressively, shattering Helena's performance. "Enough! Shut up! You're giving me a headache!"

Helena choked on his sudden outburst, her carefully crafted grievance freezing on her face in an almost comical manner. Watching Stephen storm off toward the study, she bit her bright red lips, a flash of venom and pure disdain cutting through her eyes.

Only after the heavy study doors slammed shut did Helena slowly bend down. She picked up the bruised rose from the floor, twirling it carelessly between her fingers. Her red lips curled into a nasty smirk, and she muttered in a low, vicious tone only she could hear.

"Tch... couldn't keep your man and got dumped, so you come crawling back to throw a tantrum at us. Serves you right."

She tossed the broken rose into the trash, smoothed out her silk robe, and effortlessly slipped back into her persona of a gentle, submissive wife, as if that venomous moment had never happened.