The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 212

Sebastian snapped his head back.

Lance Sterling stood a short distance away next to the black Maybach, one hand clamped desperately over his face. His shoulders were shaking violently as he doubled over. Seeing his boss look his way, Lance immediately forced himself upright, dropped his hand, straightened his spine, and put on his most serious expression, staring straight ahead.

But the corner of his mouth was still twitching uncontrollably, his cheek muscles trembling from the effort of holding back his laughter.

Sebastian shot him a cold glare, a gaze sharp as ice.

Lance instantly ducked his head, staring at the tips of his shoes, not daring to look up again.

Dead silence returned to the garage.

Only the constant hum of the ventilation system and the faint sounds of city traffic filtering in could be heard.

Sebastian slowly pulled his suit jacket back on, buttoning it up methodically, as if performing a solemn ritual. Then he adjusted his shirt collar and cuffs, and meticulously folded the crumpled pocket square—even though it was beyond regaining its original shape—before tucking it back into his inner pocket.

Only when everything was perfect did he step toward his own car.

He pulled the door open.

He got in.

The heavy thud of the door slamming shut felt especially loud in the empty parking lot.

The interior lights were off. Sebastian sat in the driver's seat, his hands resting on the steering wheel as he stared straight ahead. The pale blue glow of the dashboard illuminated his face, tracing the tense line of his jaw.

His expression was calm.

But a closer look would reveal the faint throbbing of a vein at his temple.

And a suspicious, lingering flush behind his ears.

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