The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 371

Miles's hands were shaking slightly.

But he still picked up the phone and dialed the encrypted number.

It rang three times before connecting.

A gravelly voice answered on the other end, speaking English with a thick Southeast Asian accent.

"Who is this?"

Miles took a deep breath. "Old client. I need to place an order."

A beat of silence.

"Send the target's profile. You'll get a quote within twenty-four hours."

The call ended.

Miles lowered his phone and looked at Christian Lancaster.

"Mr. Lancaster, they asked for the profile. They'll give us a quote within twenty-four hours."

Christian nodded.

He walked over to the bar, picked up an open bottle of vintage red wine, and poured himself a glass.

The deep crimson liquid swirled in the crystal, thick and heavy like congealed blood.

He raised the glass and took a slow sip.

The rich aroma of the wine bloomed on his tongue.

But it was quickly overpowered by another taste.

The sharp, metallic tang of blood.

The blood he had swallowed down earlier still lingered in the back of his throat.

The two flavors clashed and rolled through his mouth.

Bitter, coppery, sweet, and suffocatingly complex.

Christian took another sip.

This time, he closed his eyes, savoring the twisted concoction.

Then he set the glass down and looked out the window.

In the distance, the Eiffel Tower gleamed with a cold, metallic luster under the sunlight.

The corners of his mouth curved up.

It was a faint, chilling smile.

"Sebastian Thorne," he whispered, his voice squeezing through his teeth. "Good luck. I hope you make it back alive."

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