The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 407

Miles nodded.

"Understood."

Christian turned toward the elevators, with Miles trailing behind him.

The elevator doors slid shut, and the car began its ascent.

"Mr. Lancaster," Miles said, opening his tablet to give his report. "Sebastian Thorne has been staying at his villa these past few days. He hasn't stepped outside. Word is he hired a professional sparring partner and has been training all day, every day."

Christian's brow twitched.

"Training?"

"Yes," Miles confirmed. "I'm not sure exactly what for, but he's going at it for hours on end. Someone said it's for some kind of test."

Christian went silent for a moment.

He remembered the injuries covering Sebastian's body by the elevator that day.

So he had been training.

What for?

For her?

A mocking smile pulled at the corner of his mouth.

"Anything else?"

Miles continued, "Regarding Lydia Langford, we've confirmed the person backing her is Pierre Astor. He orchestrated her 'accidental' meeting with the Duke. We still don't know his endgame."

Christian nodded but said nothing.

Miles hesitated before adding, "Mr. Lancaster, one more thing... The K-Syndicate reached out. They received the deposit and are waiting for an opening. But since Sebastian hasn't left his house, they haven't had a chance to strike."

Christian's eyes remained devoid of emotion.

"Tell them to wait," he said flatly. "An opportunity will present itself. I trust The K-Syndicate to get the job done."

Miles nodded. "Yes, sir."

The elevator chimed.

Christian stepped out and headed down the hallway toward his room.

In a corner of the lobby, hidden behind a massive marble pillar.

Lyra stood absolutely still.

She had woken up early and wanted to take a walk. Everything that had happened over the past few days—Leon's threats hanging over her head like a guillotine, Christian's icy indifference chilling her to the bone—she desperately needed some fresh air.

But as soon as she came downstairs, she saw everything.

She saw Christian standing there, looking at Piper.

She rarely ever saw that expression on his face.

Soft, indulgent, and undeniably fond.

And the card Piper had waved in his face—

The black card.

She recognized it.

It was Christian's supplementary credit card.

As his fiancée, she had never been given one.

Lyra's fingers slowly curled into fists.

Why?

Why did his little sister get to carry around something she couldn't even touch?

Why did she have to bust her ass trying to please the Lancaster family, only to get coldness and suspicion in return, while that clueless brat got to burn through their money without a care in the world?

She remembered the way Piper looked at her.

From the very beginning, that girl had never liked her.

And now she wasn't even trying to hide it.