The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 306

Evelyn pulled out her phone, and the screen lit up with a barrage of notifications.

Sebastian Thorne: [You went out?]

Sebastian Thorne: [Do you want to get dinner tonight?]

Sebastian Thorne: [I left breakfast at your door, remember to eat when you wake up.]

Sebastian Thorne: [Are you there?]

Sebastian Thorne: [Why aren't you answering?]

She scrolled through the messages, her frown deepening with every line.

Hadn't she told him? She didn't need him to look after her today; the organizers were sending a car.

Why was he spamming her like this?

And what were these messages anyway? 'Are you there?' 'Why aren't you answering?' 'I left breakfast at your door'...

When did she ever ask him to bring her breakfast?

Evelyn gripped her phone, her brows knitted together in annoyance.

Behind her, the Professor's voice called out, "Iris? Is everything alright?"

She snapped out of it, shoving the phone back into her pocket and turning to smile at him. "Everything's fine."

"Are you sure?" The Professor looked at her closely. "If you have urgent business, you can go. We can always catch up tonight."

"It's really nothing," Evelyn shook her head, her tone perfectly calm. "Just spam messages."

As she spoke, her finger discreetly slid the silent switch on the side of her phone.

Then, she linked her arm through the Professor's, the warm smile returning to her face. "Let's go, Professor. Show me this exhibition gallery you were talking about."

The Professor looked at her, his eyes shining with affection. "Alright, let's go."

The two walked side by side down the hall.

Louis trailed behind them. His gaze lingered on Evelyn's back for a fleeting second before he looked away.

He didn't say a word.

—

Shangri-La Paris, Suite 1808.

Sebastian stood by the window, glaring at his phone screen.

No reply.

Still no reply.

How many messages had he sent? Five? Six?

He couldn't even remember.

All he knew was that it had been over an hour, and she hadn't texted him back.

The internet said pregnant women tire easily; maybe she fell asleep.

The internet said pregnant women have mood swings; maybe she just didn't want to text back.

The internet said—

"Boss!"

Lance's voice practically exploded from the doorway, shattering Sebastian's spiraling thoughts.

Sebastian spun around.

Lance marched in briskly, holding a tablet, his expression looking entirely conflicted.

"I found out," Lance said. "The person who picked Evelyn up."

Sebastian's eyes instantly darkened. "Who?"

Lance handed over the tablet. "You should see for yourself."

"A greeting?" Sebastian's voice sounded like it was scraping out of a glacier. "You call that a greeting?"

Lance was practically sweating bullets. "Boss, it really is a greeting! French people are just like that! They kiss cheeks when they meet, they kiss hands when they say goodbye. It's totally normal..."

"Normal?" Sebastian stepped toward him. "If I kissed you right now, would you call that normal?"

Lance's face drained of color.

"N-no..." he stammered. "Mr. Thorne, I'm... I'm a man..."

"So is he," Sebastian snapped.

Lance froze.

Oh. Right.

He was a man, too.

Then...

He carefully peeked at Sebastian's face.

Sebastian looked absolutely murderous, his expression so dark it practically summoned storm clouds.

He turned back to the window, staring outside without saying a single word.

Lance stood frozen behind him, too terrified to even breathe loudly.

The silence in the suite was suffocating.

After what felt like an eternity, Sebastian finally spoke, his voice dangerously low.

"Who is he?"

Lance scrambled forward and swiped to the next page on the tablet.

"Louis de Bourbon-Montpensier," Lance rattled off at lightspeed. "The youngest son of the Duke of Bourbon-Montpensier. Twenty-nine years old. He's an heir to one of the oldest aristocratic families in France, highly influential. He's also a renowned designer in the industry. However..."