The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 141

"Mr. Kamal, it's been a while." Evelyn Sullivan smiled faintly, extending her hand.

Kamal gripped it tightly with both hands, not out of mere politeness, but with a firm, warm shake, as if confirming she wasn't a dream. "Please, come in! You must be exhausted from the long flight. Your usual room is ready—the one with the best view. We've kept it perfectly maintained, hoping for your return." He led the way, barking rapid yet organized orders to the young staff behind him. His tone held an unprecedented gravity, almost a reverence. "Take Dr. Rose's luggage to Room 301 immediately. Handle it like the most precious research samples! Go to the kitchen and tell the head chef that Dr. Rose is back. Initiate our highest hospitality protocols! Dinner must be light and nutritious. The doctor prefers a balanced, organic menu, so prepare extra fresh vegetables and a hearty broth simmered for at least eight hours!"

"Yes, Mr. Kamal!" the two young attendants chorused, their voices ringing clear. They looked at Evelyn with a mix of awe and deep respect, stepping forward to take her lightweight travel bag as if receiving a holy relic.

Entering the lobby, the decor was rugged yet refined—heavy stone walls, solid oak furniture, woven African tapestries, and black-and-white wildlife photography. The air carried a faint, crisp scent of sandalwood and high-efficiency filtration, cool and dry.

A few people were scattered across the lobby. A middle-aged Caucasian man in a suit typed on his laptop. An elderly academic couple spoke in hushed tones. In the corner sat a Black woman with a military bearing, a glass of water before her, sitting ramrod straight with sharp, calm eyes.

As Evelyn walked in, flanked by Kamal, almost everyone instinctively looked up.

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