The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 342

He turned his head, his gaze landing on Evelyn.

Those sharp eyes lingered on her face for two seconds before narrowing thoughtfully.

"And who might this be?" he asked.

Charles gently pulled Evelyn forward by the hand.

"This is my granddaughter," he announced.

Another collective gasp rippled through the hall.

Even Alain was momentarily stunned.

"Granddaughter?" His eyes widened. "Since when do you have a granddaughter? Aren't you..."

He paused, catching himself before finishing the sentence.

Charles merely smiled, offering no explanation.

Evelyn offered a polite nod. "Mr. Montebello. It is an honor."

Alain stared at her, his curiosity visibly mounting.

"Iris?" he suddenly blurted out. "The one who won the grand prize tonight?"

Evelyn nodded.

Alain looked back at Charles, clicking his tongue.

"Well played, Charles. You kept this buried deep," he said. "I've heard the name Iris. The world's top jewelry designer, famously reclusive. I never imagined she was your granddaughter."

The smile on Charles's lips deepened.

Alain pondered for a moment, then suddenly snapped his fingers. "Wait, I think I've heard another name too—Dr. Rose? Is that her as well?"

Charles nodded, unable to hide the fierce pride in his eyes.

Alain sucked in a sharp breath.

"Dr. Rose?" His voice actually cracked. "The medical prodigy? The one who's saved the lives of multiple heads of state?"

"Yes," Charles said.

The way Alain looked at Evelyn shifted completely.

The initial curiosity evaporated, replaced by profound admiration and deep respect.

The surrounding crowd listened to the exchange between these two titans in absolute shock.

What kind of god-tier conversation was this?

The heirs to the Montebello Dynasty were being casually dismissed as unworthy of a woman?

Alain choked on his words for a long moment before finally laughing in defeat.

"Fine, fine. Your granddaughter is a powerhouse." He waved a hand dismissively, then turned back to Evelyn. "Kid, don't listen to his nonsense. My boys might not be on your level, but they're decent catches. If any of them catch your eye, pick whoever you want. If one isn't enough, take a few."

Another collective gasp sucked all the air out of the room.

The Patriarch of Montebello actually just said that?

He was offering up his entire lineage of heirs for her to select from at whim?

Evelyn smiled gracefully, neither overly humble nor arrogant. "You flatter me, Mr. Montebello."

Alain noted her unshakable composure, his admiration only growing.

"Good girl," he said. "With a temperament like that, it's no wonder Charles adores you."