The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 390

Lyra's chest tightened in a violent panic.

The usual place.

The apartment.

The suffocating memories she had spent years desperately trying to bury.

"I'm not going," she snapped, her voice trembling with cold defiance.

The line went dead silent for a terrifying second.

When Leon finally spoke, his voice was still deceptively gentle, but laced with a lethal, venomous threat.

"Suit yourself. If you don't show up, I suppose I'll just have to pay a little visit to your fiancé. Christian Lancaster, right? I hear he's staying right next door."

All the color instantly drained from Lyra's face.

"You..."

"I'm sure he'd love to hear all about our history," Leon continued, the mocking amusement clear in his tone. "Four years. It's a lifetime of memories. We'll have so much to talk about."

Lyra's hands began to shake violently.

"Don't you dare."

"Then I'll see you tomorrow," Leon replied smoothly. "Ten o'clock sharp. Do not make me wait."

Lyra ground her teeth together, her voice dropping into a desperate, hateful hiss.

"Do you honestly not care about your own son?"

The phone was silent for a heavy moment.

Then, Leon laughed.

It was a dark, hollow sound completely devoid of empathy.

"Son?" he repeated, testing the word like it was a foreign concept. "Darling, the line of women desperate to give me a son stretches from Paris to San Francisco. Only the children born to my legitimate wife will ever count. Or, perhaps, the heirs I choose once I take control of the Astor empire."

He paused, his voice dropping into a chilling whisper.

"As for your little mistake... do you genuinely believe I give a damn?"

Lyra's pupils dilated in pure shock.

"Look at my family," Leon taunted ruthlessly. "Half my siblings are bastards. I'm a bastard myself. What makes you think I have any sentimental attachment to an illegitimate child?"

Lyra opened her mouth, desperate to scream, to bargain, but her throat clamped shut.