The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 359

Sebastian sank onto the sofa, looking completely shattered.

Lance scurried around the suite, pouring water, unboxing the painkillers, and fetching an ice pack.

"Boss, put this on your eye first." He practically shoved the ice pack into Sebastian's hand. "Let your stomach settle before taking the meds."

Sebastian took it and pressed it against his swollen eye.

The biting cold brought a momentary, dull relief to the throbbing agony.

The doorbell suddenly chimed.

Lance flinched, then hurried over to answer it.

Henry stood in the doorway, dressed in an obnoxious burgundy suit, a deeply exaggerated look of shock plastered on his face.

"Where is he?" he demanded.

Lance stepped aside to let him in.

Henry strode into the living room, locked eyes with Sebastian slumped on the couch, and froze.

He slowly scanned the damage—the ballooned eye socket, the busted lip, and the rigid, pain-riddled posture.

Then, he burst into laughter.

It was the purest, most unadulterated form of schadenfreude.

"Holy shit, Sebastian," he sauntered over, clicking his tongue in awe. "You actually didn't die?"

Sebastian peeled his good eye open to glare at him.

It was a gaze cold enough to freeze water.

Unfazed, Henry threw himself onto the opposite armchair, casually crossing his legs.

"Albert really didn't pull his punches, did he?" he mused. "I heard you lasted ten minutes in the ring with him? Not bad. A normal guy would be out cold in three."

Sebastian ignored him.

Henry kept going. "But man, your face is completely ruined. Will your mother even recognize you when you fly back?"

Standing nearby, Lance couldn't take it anymore. "Mr. Henry, please stop kicking the boss while he's down..."

Henry waved a dismissive hand. "This is me giving him a compliment! Seriously, Albert is the most lethal guy they have. Walking out of there alive is an achievement."

He looked at Sebastian, the teasing amusement slowly bleeding out of his eyes, replaced by genuine curiosity.

"Sebastian, are you actually serious about this?"

Sebastian stared back at him.

Lance hovered nearby, asking nervously, "Boss, are you really sure you're okay?"

Sebastian didn't answer.

He just stared out the window.

In the distance, the Eiffel Tower glittered against the night sky.

But all he could see in his mind was the silhouette of the woman standing by the glass window.

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Miles away, hidden deep within a secluded forest.

Lydia stepped out of the Bentley, staring up at the sprawling, brightly lit estate looming before her.

She hesitated for a fraction of a second.

It was barely a blink.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she marched forward.

The massive iron gates slowly groaned shut behind her.

In the dead of the night, the estate sat like a silent, waiting beast, swallowing her whole.