The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 467

Without Madeline realizing it, Felton had quietly materialized beside her, holding a cup of coffee with an entirely placid expression.

Madeline turned to look at him. "Mr. Felton, did you catch that heavy scent of jealousy in the air?"

Felton smiled politely. "I smelled nothing, Ms. Thorne."

Looking at that perfect, unbothered smile, Madeline was absolutely certain the old butler knew exactly what was going on but was far too professional to say a word.

She sighed. "I should go get changed too. We have a meeting at the company today, and I can't be late."

She spun around and jogged upstairs, her slippers slapping loudly against the wooden steps. Felton stood in the hallway, watching her go, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. He then turned and glided toward the living room to ask Jean Meyer if he cared for a coffee.

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Chapter 119: Morning and the Sanctuary

Jean Meyer finished taking the final measurement and handed the tape back to his assistant. He looked at Evelyn and said something in French, the rough translation being, "When the clothes are finished, you will look more breathtaking than ever."

Evelyn laughed, replying in kind and teasing him for being such a smooth talker.

The elderly designer packed up his kit and bid Evelyn goodbye. Just as he reached the door, he stopped, turning to gaze at the oil painting hanging above the fireplace—an authentic Monet. He stared at it for two full seconds, shook his head, and murmured in French, "Every time I come here, I am tempted to steal this painting." Evelyn chuckled as Felton escorted him out.

Evelyn went upstairs to change. When she reappeared, she was wearing a sharp, light grey blazer over a crisp white blouse and dark trousers. Her hair was neatly tied back, exposing the elegant lines of her ears and neck. She looked polished, sharp, and immaculate—a stark contrast to the cozy, relaxed woman from just an hour ago.

Madeline hurried down the stairs right after, dressed in her own professional business attire, her hair slicked back. "Let's go, let's go! We can't be late."

Sebastian emerged from the kitchen wearing a dark blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. The bruises on his face were still visible, but he looked noticeably more energized. He grabbed the car keys. "Let's go."

The three of them headed toward the door. Felton stood at the entrance, offering a slight bow. "Ms. Charles, the car is ready."

Evelyn nodded and stepped out the main door. The morning sunlight was perfect, catching the subtle, luxurious sheen of her new blazer. It wasn't flashy, but anyone with a trained eye would instantly recognize the astronomical value of the fabric.

The car glided out of the estate gates. Sitting in the backseat, Madeline watched the plane trees blur past the window, her mind suddenly drifting back to the comment she had overheard in the hallway.

"Evelyn," she leaned forward slightly. "Do you know what Sebastian just said?"

Evelyn turned slightly from the passenger seat. "What?"

Fighting back a grin, Madeline darted a look at Sebastian, who was driving. His face was perfectly stoic, his eyes locked on the road, but she noticed his ear twitch slightly.