The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 311

Lyra took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm.

She looked at him, trying desperately to keep her voice steady.

"What do you want?"

Leon raised an eyebrow.

"We had an agreement," Lyra said, enunciating every word. "When we split, we were done. We went our separate ways. We owe each other nothing."

Leon's smile deepened at her words.

"Done?" he repeated, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Are you sure about that?"

Lyra's chest tightened.

Leon leaned in, dropping his voice.

"We were together for four years. That baby you were carrying..."

"Shut up!" Lyra cut him off sharply, her voice piercing. "Shut your mouth!"

Her face flushed crimson, tears brimming in her eyes. She bristled like a cornered animal.

Leon didn't look angry at her outburst.

He simply stared at her quietly. Those striking blue eyes betrayed zero emotion.

A few seconds of silence dragged by.

Then he straightened up, withdrew his hand, and slipped his gloves back on.

"Fine," he said, his tone incredibly casual. "If you don't want me to talk about it, I won't."

He pushed the door open, ready to step out.

Lyra sat there stunned, staring at his lean back.

Leon paused with one foot outside the vehicle.

He glanced back at her.

In the dim light of the cabin, those blue eyes gleamed like twin chunks of ice.

"See you tonight," he murmured.

Then he got out.

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Lyra slumped back against the seat, gasping for air.

Her hands were shaking, her legs felt like jelly, and she was drenched in a cold sweat.

Through the window, she watched Leon walk toward a black SUV parked nearby. The door opened, he slid inside, and the vehicle drove off, disappearing around the corner.

Only when the car was completely out of sight did Lyra's taut nerves finally snap.

She leaned back, squeezing her eyes shut.

The crew members climbed back into the van.

The driver started the engine, and they merged back onto the road.

"Lyra," the theater assistant leaned in, asking cautiously. "Are you and Leon... okay? I thought you two stayed friends. Since he pulled the strings to get you this gig, I assumed he just wanted to see you."

Lyra opened her eyes and stared at her.

"He pulled the strings?" her voice was hoarse.

What the hell did he want?

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In the distance, the black SUV had completely vanished into the Parisian traffic.

Leon sat in the backseat, gazing out the window. That faint, cryptic smile still lingered on his lips.

The assistant next to him asked carefully, "Sir, Ms. Langford seemed terrified of you."

Leon didn't reply.

He raised his bare hand, the one he had just pulled from his glove.

The hand that had just stroked her cheek.

His skin was freezing.

But her face had been so warm.

Leon's smile widened into something profoundly dark.

"Good," he murmured. "Fear makes people obedient."

The assistant didn't dare say another word.

The SUV cruised forward.

Leon stared out the window, the Parisian sky reflected in his icy blue eyes.

Brilliant, beautiful.

And utterly cold.