The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 441

She quickly typed out a message: [Saw him. Better looking than his photos.]

After sending it, she leaned back against the headboard and waited. A moment later, a reply came through: [And then?]

Alissa smiled and typed: [Then he wrote me a check and took me to see a doctor. Real gentleman.]

The other side went silent for a few seconds before replying: [Was anyone with him?]

Alissa thought for a moment before texting: [A young assistant. The rest looked like security details.]

There was no further response. Alissa waited for a bit, then tossed her phone aside, lying back to stare at the ceiling. She recalled how Sebastian had bent down to hand her the check in the hospital. He had been so close, she could smell his scent—not cologne, but the faint, intoxicating aroma of jasmine. It was incredible.

Her lips curled upward. After smiling to herself for a moment, she let it fade, rolled over, and closed her eyes.

No one had hired her to do this. She didn't need anyone to pull her strings.

She was the Mamba. When she spotted prey, she hunted for herself.

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The 11th Arrondissement, Paris. Room 401 in a run-down apartment building.

The curtains were drawn shut, blanketing the room in darkness. Lyra Langford leaned against her headboard, gripping her phone. On the screen was Mamba's message—[Saw him. Better looking than his photos.] And another line: [Then he wrote me a check and told me to see a doctor. Real gentleman.]

She stared at the text for a long time. Sebastian Thorne, a billionaire, the man practically dying to win over Evelyn Sullivan.

Her phone buzzed again. She glanced down. It was a text from an unknown number. It contained a single line: [The hit on Piper failed. She was rescued.]

Lyra stared at the sentence, freezing for a split second. She had absolutely nothing to do with this hit; she had only been tipped off about it. She was merely an observer.