The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 339

"Which means this 'Iris' is about to be humiliated."

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Standing a short distance away, Lyra clung to Christian's arm. Listening to the vicious whispers around her, her heart hammered wildly in her chest.

A royal princess brought to her knees.

A Russian heiress with a gun to her head.

An actress with a shattered face.

And the one who got it the worst...

Lyra's eyes practically sparkled with malicious glee.

She watched Evelyn walk step by step toward Charles, eyeing the bodyguards with the heavy artillery strapped to their waists, and finally looked at the legendary old man who never let a woman near him.

Almost there.

Almost there.

One more step, and the bodyguards would rip her apart.

Two more steps, and Charles would scowl in disgust.

Three more steps—

Lyra couldn't stop the sadistic grin spreading across her face.

*Evelyn.*

*Your time is finally up.*

Genius designer? Dr. Rose? Honored guest of Lady Elara?

In front of Charles, you are absolutely nothing.

You are just another pathetic woman.

Just like the countless arrogant women who had tried and failed to get close to him over the past few decades.

Lyra could already vividly picture the glorious scene unfolding in her mind—

The bodyguards drawing their weapons.

The cold steel barrel pressed against Evelyn's forehead.

Charles casting her a look of sheer disgust and growling, "Throw her out."

And then, Evelyn being dragged away like actual garbage, utterly humiliated in front of the most powerful people on earth.

She squeezed Christian's arm even tighter in anticipation.

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Standing right beside her, Christian also locked eyes on Evelyn.

He had watched her walk right past Sebastian and straight toward the terrifying old man.

He had heard the chilling whispers too.

The armed bodyguards.

The princess forced to kneel.

The decades-long ban on women.

His brow furrowed tightly.

What the hell was she doing?

He had no idea.

But he knew the terrifying reputation of the man she was walking toward.

He instinctively moved to step forward—

Lyra yanked him back with a sudden, desperate force.

"What are you doing?" she hissed, her voice low but trembling with barely contained excitement. "She chose to do this herself."

Christian looked down at her.

Lyra's face held an expression he had never seen before—her lips were curled into a sick smile, and her eyes were glowing with a predatory, manic anticipation.

She was practically salivating at the thought of Evelyn's destruction.

Christian's frown deepened into a heavy scowl.

The bodyguard moved.

But he didn't draw his weapon.

He didn't shove her to the floor.

Instead, he smoothly stepped to the side, clearing her path.

The second bodyguard immediately stepped aside.

Then the third.

And the fourth.

The impenetrable wall of muscle and steel parted effortlessly before Evelyn, as if she possessed some kind of divine magic.

She walked right through them, her steps graceful, her gaze completely calm.

As if she were strolling down a regular hallway.

Charles watched her approach, and the terrifying ice in his ancient eyes slowly melted away.

All that remained was pure, overwhelming adoration.

He reached out his hand.

Evelyn took it smoothly.

"What brings you here?" her voice was soft and entirely relaxed.

Charles looked at her and smiled.

It was a soft, tender smile, but it sent a shockwave of utter disbelief through the entire room.

The legendary titan who never let a woman near him.

The ruthless predator who had butchered his way to the top of the world.

The name that struck absolute terror into the hearts of billionaires.

Right now, he looked like nothing more than an ordinary grandfather looking affectionately at his favorite granddaughter.

"I came to see you," he replied.