The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 370

The elevator doors slowly glided shut.

Christian slumped against the wall, his eyes tightly shut.

Blood continued to seep from his clenched fist, dripping steadily onto the polished metal floor. The crimson droplets caught the harsh overhead lights, shimmering with a dark, ominous glow.

Miles stood rigidly beside him, too terrified to even breathe.

He stared at his boss's deathly pale face, the smeared blood trailing from his lip, and the minute tremor in his eyelashes as he forced his eyes closed.

He desperately wanted to say something, but all words failed him.

The elevator descended steadily.

The digital numbers ticked by, one after another.

17, 16, 15...

Finally, the ground floor arrived.

The doors slid open.

Christian opened his eyes and forced himself to step out.

His footsteps were unstable, but his posture remained perfectly rigid.

Miles scrambled after him, asking tentatively, "Mr. Lancaster, should I have the hotel call for a doctor?"

"No."

Christian's voice was completely hollow, sounding as though it echoed from a million miles away.

The two men crossed the lobby in silence, stepped into a different elevator, and rode back up to the seventeenth floor.

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Inside Suite 1707.

The heavy door clicked shut.

Christian walked straight into the master bathroom and turned on the faucet.

The freezing water cascaded over his hands, washing away the drying blood. He stared blankly as the water diluted the crimson into a pale pink before spiraling down the drain until it vanished completely.

He slowly raised his head, meeting his own reflection in the vanity mirror.

His face was deathly pale, his expression entirely sunken, and his eyes completely devoid of warmth.

Raising an arm, he roughly wiped the remaining blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.