The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 336

Everyone froze in their tracks.

A low, resonant engine roar echoed from the distance.

It wasn't the aggressive snarl of a modern supercar; it was a deep, steady rumble that carried the heavy weight of history. As if on cue, every single person turned their head toward the sound.

A vintage black automobile glided smoothly up the driveway.

It was a pristine 1930s Rolls-Royce Phantom. Its elongated body and elegant curves were drenched in a deep, lustrous black that seemed to absorb the ambient light. The Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament glittered brilliantly under the floodlights—it was forged from solid gold.

In France, a car like this was reserved exclusively for the absolute zenith of the elite.

The kind of old money that had weathered World War II and dictated the rise and fall of Europe.

Families that hadn't just been wealthy for three generations, but for five, or even ten.

The Phantom rolled to a flawless stop right at the grand entrance.

The rear door opened.

The first thing to emerge was a withered, aged hand gripping an ebony walking cane. The head of the cane was embedded with a massive, flawless emerald that caught the light with a mesmerizing, dark brilliance.

Then, an elderly, white-haired man stepped out of the vehicle.

He was dressed in an impeccably tailored charcoal suit. Despite his advanced age, his spine was remarkably straight. His face bore the deep lines of time, but his eyes were as sharp as a predator's, seemingly capable of looking right through anyone's soul.

Sebastian's breath hitched.

Charles de Rothschild.

The name exploded in his mind.

The absolute myth of the European financial world, the patriarch of the Rothschild empire. He was a permanent fixture on the Forbes list, yet no one actually knew the true extent of his unimaginable wealth. Every deal he touched involved astronomical figures, and a single sentence from him could trigger a global market crash.

Back in business school, half of Sebastian's lectures had been dedicated purely to analyzing this man's strategies.

He was the idol Sebastian had worshiped for over a decade.

Standing beside him, Henry went completely rigid.

"My God..." he muttered. "What is Mr. Charles doing here?"

Henry immediately raised both hands in surrender, speaking in rapid, flawless French. "I am Henry de Luxembourg, the youngest son of the Luxembourg family. Mr. Charles, I am a massive admirer! I've read every one of your biographies and analyzed every single one of your case studies! It is the honor of my lifetime to meet you!"

He spoke frantically, his face flushing bright red with excitement.

Charles paused and looked at him.

A faint trace of amusement flickered in the old man's sharp eyes.

He gave a subtle wave of his hand.

The bodyguards immediately stepped back.

Henry took a tentative step forward and grasped Charles's offered hand with both of his, looking like he was about to jump out of his skin with joy.

"Mr. Charles! I... I am truly honored!"

Charles offered a small smile—one that was faint, yet strangely warm.

"Young man," he said softly, "how is your father doing?"