The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 307

Lance paused, casting a very cautious glance at Sebastian's thunderous expression.

"However what?" Sebastian demanded.

"However, he is gay," Lance blurted out. "It's an open secret in French high society. He's only ever dated men, never had a girlfriend."

Sebastian turned his head, locking eyes with his assistant.

"Gay?"

"Yes," Lance nodded vigorously. "So him hugging Dr. Sullivan and kissing her hand really was just a cultural greeting. Plus, they clearly know each other. Based on his body language in the footage, they were probably classmates."

Sebastian fell silent for a few seconds.

Gay.

Classmates.

A greeting.

His expression softened slightly.

Only slightly.

"Where are they right now?" he asked.

Lance immediately tapped another file on the screen. "At this private art academy. They likely went to visit a former professor. Do you want me to head over there and keep an eye on them?"

Sebastian considered it. Just as he opened his mouth to reply, a thought hit him.

"Did you say he's part of The House of Bourbon-Montpensier?"

"Yes." Lance nodded. "The very same Bourbon-Montpensier family that's hosting Lyra Langford's private performance tonight."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed slightly.

Bourbon-Montpensier.

Louis.

Classmates.

He stood perfectly still, turning the information over in his mind for a long time.

Then, he spun around and grabbed his coat.

"Boss!" Lance jumped. "Where are you going?"

"To find her," Sebastian stated flatly.

Lance hurriedly stepped in his path. "Mr. Thorne, if you go right now, they might have already left! And Dr. Sullivan said she had her own plans today. If you just show up uninvited, won't she be upset?"

Sebastian's movements faltered.

Sensing a breakthrough, Lance pressed on. "Besides, Dr. Sullivan is going to the Gala later anyway. If we go to the academy now, what if we miss her? We should just wait at the Gala venue. You'll definitely see her as soon as she arrives."

Sebastian stared at him, saying nothing.

Lance didn't stop. "And think about it—this Louis is a French aristocrat on his home turf. If we cause a scene abroad, it's going to make things incredibly difficult for Dr. Sullivan. She'll be caught right in the middle."

That argument hit Sebastian right where it hurt.

He remembered Evelyn's face, the calm, indifferent look in her eyes.

She hated it when he interfered in her business.

And right now, he had absolutely no right to.

If he stormed over there like a jealous lunatic, would she be angry with him?

Sebastian's frown deepened significantly.

Watching his boss's internal struggle, Lance mentally gave himself a massive pat on the back.

"Go," he said.

Lance practically skipped down the hallway.

The door clicked shut.

The suite descended into silence once more.

Sebastian walked over to the window, gazing out at the Parisian skyline.

The sun was shining brightly in a clear blue sky.

But his mind was completely consumed by the footage on that tablet.

That man in the purple suit, hugging her, pinching her cheek, kissing her hand.

So what if he was gay?

So what if it was a greeting?

He still hated seeing it.

Sebastian took a deep breath, forcing down the violent surge of jealousy burning in his chest.

He picked up his phone and checked it one more time.

No new messages.

She still hadn't replied.

He stared at the quiet chat screen for a very long time.

Then, he typed a single line:

[I'll wait for you at the Gala.]