The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 358

Sebastian opened his good eye and glared at him.

The look screamed loud and clear: You are incredibly annoying.

Lance shrank back into his seat but stubbornly pressed on.

"I'm just worried about you..."

Sebastian looked away, staring out the passenger window.

"Call Henry," he ordered.

Lance blinked in confusion. "Henry? The guy from Luxembourg?"

"Yes."

"Why do you need him?"

Sebastian went silent for a second.

"Tell him I need a top-tier combat instructor. Someone to train me and spar with me."

Lance's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"Now? You're basically glued together, and you want to train?"

Sebastian offered zero explanation.

Lance was practically hyperventilating. "Boss, is this really necessary? This Albert guy is a special forces operative who spent twelve years in war zones. You're a billionaire executive. It's mathematically impossible for you to win!"

Sebastian shot him a deadly look.

The sheer weight of the glare forced Lance to swallow the rest of his rant.

"Make the call," Sebastian demanded.

Defeated, Lance picked up his phone and dialed Henry's number.

It rang twice before connecting.

"Sebastian?" Henry's amused voice drifted through the speakers. "How did it go? Did you survive?"

Lance swallowed hard and spoke up.

"Mr. Henry, this is Lance, Mr. Thorne's assistant."

"Ah, the assistant," Henry chuckled. "Where's Sebastian? Put him on."

Lance glanced at the rearview mirror.

Sebastian was leaning against the headrest, his eyes firmly shut.

Taking a deep breath, Lance delivered the bad news.

"Mr. Henry, the boss... he got beat up pretty badly."

Dead silence on the other end of the line.

"Beat up? How badly?"

Lance stared at his phone, then peeked at the rearview mirror again.

"Boss, the address..."

Sebastian kept his eyes shut.

"Text him the hotel."

Lance nodded, firing off the location to Henry.

The car cruised through the quiet streets.

Lance stole another glance at his boss in the mirror.

Sebastian was resting against the leather, his face entirely unreadable.

But Lance knew him too well—he wasn't sleeping.

His mind was racing.

Lance let out a heavy sigh and finally stayed quiet.

—

Forty minutes later, the Maybach pulled up to the entrance of the Shangri-La Paris.

Lance carefully helped Sebastian out of the car, navigated them through the lobby, and got them back up to Suite 1808.