The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 363

"Christian is heading to the de Rothschild estate. I need you to keep an eye on him and report back if anything happens."

The line went dead for two seconds.

Then Piper's voice spiked an octave.

"The de Rothschild estate? You mean the billionaire family? Why on earth is he going there?"

Lawrence let out a heavy sigh.

"He's looking for Evelyn."

Piper was completely stunned.

"Evelyn? The designer Iris? She's there?"

"Yes," Lawrence confirmed. "Haven't you seen the news tonight? Evelyn is Charles's granddaughter."

Piper was paralyzed with shock.

"What?!" Her voice cracked. "Evelyn is Charles's granddaughter?! The man in the top three of the Forbes list?!"

"Yes," Lawrence grunted.

The sound of rustling blankets echoed through the phone as Piper sat up in bed.

"Oh my god!" she gasped, mind blown. "Iris is my absolute idol, and you're telling me she's the heir to a hundred-billion-dollar empire?! This is insane!"

Lawrence remained silent.

Piper continued to mutter to herself. "My idol, a billionaire heiress, a medical prodigy, a master jewelry designer... Who even is she?"

Then, a sudden realization hit her, and her tone shifted into absolute exasperation.

"What the hell is wrong with Christian?! He tossed away a woman like that for Lyra Langford? Has he completely lost his mind?!"

Lawrence offered a bitter chuckle.

"Enough. Let's not dwell on that right now. Just watch him for me."

Piper sighed heavily.

"Fine, fine, I'll keep an eye on him. But uncle, I can't control him. If he's going there with a death wish, I won't be able to stop him."

Defeated, Lawrence ended the call.

—

The butler walked over, handing him a tablet.

"Sir, the private investigators just got back to us. We have the information on Julian St. Claire."

Lawrence took the tablet and looked down at the screen.

A detailed background check illuminated the display.

Julian St. Claire. Male. Age 28. Hometown: Local. Father: Unknown, deceased before his birth. Mother: Eleanor St. Claire, raised him as a single mother, passed away ten years ago from illness.

It felt more like...

He didn't dare finish the thought.

"Keep digging," he ordered, his voice grave. "Find out everything about Eleanor's past. Look into her early years in the city. And get me Julian's birth records."

The butler bowed his head. "Right away, sir."

—

In Suite 1705.

Piper sat motionless on her bed, staring at her phone in a daze.

She opened her group chats, scrolling endlessly through the explosive rumors.

Everything was about Iris—Charles's granddaughter, Dr. Rose, the master jewelry designer.

Her ultimate idol.

Her former relative.

Christian's ex-wife.

Piper dragged a hand across her forehead, exhaling a long, weary sigh.

"Christian, Christian," she muttered into the quiet room. "You really are completely blind."