The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 405

Clues rapidly clicked together in Sebastian's mind.

Lyra was involved with Leon.

Lydia was bailed out by Pierre and set up to meet the Duke.

Pierre and Leon were fighting to become the head of the family.

Two sisters, each caught in the grip of these two men.

It was too perfect.

Too perfect to be a coincidence.

"Look into this," he commanded.

Lance looked at him.

Sebastian elaborated, "Look into the Duke's past. Find out if he had some unforgettable old flame when he was younger. Specifically, someone who looks like Lydia."

Lance blinked in surprise.

"Mr. Thorne, are you suspecting..."

"Just go look into it," Sebastian cut him off.

Lance nodded quickly.

"Yes, sir, I'll get on it right away."

He looked down at his phone and started typing out orders.

Sebastian leaned back against the wall, gazing out the window.

The sunlight was bright.

But he couldn't shake the feeling that something dark was stirring just out of sight.

Meanwhile, at the Shangri-La Paris.

Room 1707.

Christian stood by the window, a cigarette pinched between his fingers. The smoke drifted up into the sunlight, blurring his silhouette.

His phone suddenly vibrated.

He picked it up and saw a message from Lyra:

[Christian, my theater director asked for my help. I need to train a batch of newcomers over the next few days to prepare for next year's performance. I'll probably be away for a few days and won't be coming back. Take care of yourself.]

Christian stared at the text, a mocking sneer curving his lips.

Training newcomers?

Away for a few days?

He thought of everything Miles had just reported—the apartment, the hour alone, the marks on her neck.

His grip on the phone tightened slightly.

Then he typed out a simple response:

[Got it.]

Send.

He tossed his phone onto the bed and went back to staring out the window.

Meanwhile, in another hotel in Paris.

Lyra lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling.

Her phone buzzed again.

It was a text from Leon:

[Don't forget, three days. You're carrying my child, you should know the consequences of disobeying me.]

Lyra glared at the message, her eyes burning with hatred.

She took a deep breath and replied:

[I know.]

Send.

She tossed the phone aside and closed her eyes.

Images flooded her mind.

Leon grabbing her by the throat, Christian's icy glare, and Evelyn standing beside Charles, being worshipped by the entire room.

Her fingers slowly curled into fists.

Why?

Why did she have to struggle so exhaustingly while Evelyn got to live in such glory?

Shangri-La Paris, Room 1707.

The door opened, and Miles walked in quickly.

"Mr. Lancaster, the Rothschild estate... rejected us again."

Christian said nothing.

Miles continued, "But we do have some news. Evelyn is going to a private hospital in the Notre Dame district tomorrow morning at ten."

Christian's grip tightened slightly.

"What hospital?"

"A women's hospital," Miles replied. "It's a very famous private facility in France, highly favored by elite socialites for their check-ups."

Christian frowned slightly.

A women's hospital?