The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 361

How much money would she have...

Charles's wealth was enough to last dozens of lifetimes...

Penelope Lancaster's face drained of color.

Lawrence Lancaster looked at her, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"What was that you just said? Inject capital into the Sullivan family? Do you honestly think they need your money?"

Penelope opened her mouth but couldn't find her voice.

"Take a look at this," Lawrence continued.

He pulled up another page and handed the device to her.

It was an auction record.

Iris's 'Aurora's Blush'. Final price: 3.2 million euros.

Iris's 'The Starry Night'. Final price: 5.8 million euros.

Iris's 'Heart of the Rose'. Estimated value: Starting at 10 million euros.

Penelope's eyes widened in disbelief.

Of course she had heard the name Iris.

Every high-society wife dreamed of owning jewelry designed by Iris, but with those price tags, it remained a fantasy for most.

And now she was supposed to believe that Iris was Evelyn Sullivan?

The same daughter-in-law she had always looked down upon?

Penelope swayed on her feet.

She recalled the vicious words she had just spewed—"incompetent," "barren," "she should be grateful."

Every single phrase felt like a stinging slap to her own face.

A sudden, sharp pain flared in her chest.

"Lawrence..." her voice trembled. "I..."

Before she could finish, her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed.

"Mrs. Lancaster!"

The butler, who had just arrived with a tray of tea, dropped it in panic and rushed over.

Lawrence shot up from his seat, his expression shifting to one of sheer alarm.

"Hurry! Get the car! We need to get her to the hospital!"

The living room descended into absolute chaos.

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Meanwhile, in an upscale apartment in the city.

Julian St. Claire sat on the sofa, nursing a glass of red wine.

Julian Vance lounged on the opposite couch, legs crossed as he scrolled through his phone, suddenly bursting into a fit of laughter.

"Ha!" he cackled. "Julian, you have to see this!"

St. Claire glanced at him.

Vance handed over the phone. "Christian Lancaster is making an absolute fool of himself this time!"

St. Claire laughed.

"You're overthinking it."

"Overthinking it?" Vance's eyes widened. "I think you're underestimating the situation. With Evelyn's status, do you really think her closest friend is just some ordinary girl?"

St. Claire remained silent.

The phone suddenly buzzed again.

He looked down.

It was a new text.

Chaos at the Lancaster estate. Penelope heard about Evelyn being Charles's granddaughter and literally fainted from shock. They rushed her to the hospital.

St. Claire stared at the text, his smirk deepening into a full grin.

Vance leaned closer. "What is it?"

St. Claire handed the phone back.

Vance took one look, paused for a second, and burst out laughing.

"Karma! Sweet, sweet karma!" He raised his glass. "Come on, Julian, let's drink to this!"

St. Claire raised his glass as well.

The crystal chimed as they clinked their drinks together.

He tilted his head back, taking a slow sip.

Enemies. Karma. He absolutely loved those words.