The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 389

Christian simply stared at him, saying absolutely nothing.

He turned his back again, his gaze returning to the sprawling darkness of the Parisian night.

The glowing ash from his cigarette crumbled, drifting quietly to the floor.

Miles waited for a few agonizing seconds, but the silence remained unbroken. Knowing better than to push, he took a step back and silently slipped out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

Christian was left entirely alone.

He stood rigidly by the open window, his eyes fixed on the distant, glittering lights of the Eiffel Tower.

The towering structure glowed against the black sky, watching him like an unblinking eye.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated violently against his thigh.

He pulled it out and glanced at the screen—it was his mother.

His brow furrowed in irritation, but he swiped to answer.

"Mom."

"Christian!" Penelope's frantic voice practically exploded through the speaker. "What is going on over there in Paris? What are you going to do about Evelyn?!"

Christian remained completely silent.

When he didn't respond, Penelope's panic escalated. "Say something! She is Charles de Rothschild's granddaughter! Do you understand what that means? She's the sole heir to a massive, global empire! If you just grovel and win her back, the Lancaster family would—"

"Mom," Christian cut her off, his voice flat and terrifyingly cold. "I have a plan."

Penelope paused, momentarily stunned.

"What plan?"

Christian let a heavy second of silence pass.

"Don't worry about it."

"How can I not worry about it?!" Penelope shrieked, her voice hitting a hysterical pitch. "Do you have any idea what the rumors are saying right now? They are calling us absolute fools! If you drag Evelyn back to this family, all of this humiliation disappears overnight!"

Christian closed his eyes tightly.

The shrill desperation in his mother's voice hammered against his skull. But bleeding through her words were the memories of the day: Lyra's pathetic, walking-on-eggshells routine, Sebastian's aggressive posturing that morning, and the venomous secrets Miles had just uncovered.

His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white.

"Mom," he repeated, his voice dropping to a near-lethal register. "I said, I have a plan."

The line went completely dead for a second.

Even blinded by her own greed, Penelope could hear the chilling, unhinged threat radiating from his tone.

"Christian, you..."