The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 162

(A private club, hidden VIP room)

Julian St. Claire's laptop screen was frozen on the live broadcast, showing Evelyn and Sebastian Thorne in the same frame. He leaned back into the plush leather sofa, his eyes narrowed behind his gold-rimmed glasses. His expression was unreadable, but the slight tightening of his jawline betrayed the turbulent emotions beneath the surface.

The Architect pushed the door open. He wasn't chewing his usual toothpick this time, and his face was uncharacteristically serious. He sat down, poured himself a glass of hard liquor, downed it in one gulp, and let out a long exhale.

"Well, I'll be damned," he said, wiping his mouth. "The Rose Angel, a tribute statue, an official global broadcast... The intel we dug up on her is worlds apart from what she's showing now. This woman hid her tracks flawlessly. The backing she has is definitely not simple."

Julian didn't reply immediately. He slowly massaged his temples, digesting the massive influx of information and rapidly weighing his options. After a long moment, he finally spoke. His voice returned to its usual calm, but it carried a heavy caution. "It seems all our previous investigations into her background only scratched the surface—or rather, we only saw what we were allowed to see. The fact that her true achievements and identity were protected to this degree, completely blinding us, speaks volumes."

He looked up, meeting The Architect's gaze. "Notify all our people in Africa to pull out immediately. Cease all direct surveillance on Evelyn Sullivan. Clean up the informants and sweep our tracks. Do not leave a single loose end that could alert whoever is protecting her."

"Pull everyone?" The Architect frowned. "What about the Lyra Langford angle..."

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