The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 529

Three hundred million dollars. He hadn't even blinked.

Afterward, he tracked down a master artisan in Florence, a reclusive legend who had spent a lifetime crafting jewelry for European royalty. Upon learning the pink diamond was destined to be an engagement ring, the old master cleared his entire schedule and vanished into his workshop for half a month. They went through over a dozen intense design revisions. When the final piece was finally unveiled, even Sebastian was left completely speechless. He still vividly remembered the weight of the old man's words as he handed the ring over: "Mr. Thorne, this is the greatest masterpiece I have forged in sixty years."

Sebastian pulled his gaze from the window, his fingers instinctively brushing against the small velvet box secured in his suit pocket.

"We're here, Mr. Thorne," Lance's voice broke through his reverie.

The car rolled to a halt outside his private villa. Sebastian stepped out and strode inside. On the expansive coffee table in the living room sat a massive stack of proposal blueprints, the gold-embossed cover reading "Le Plus Beau Jour." Standing beside the table was a man in his fifties, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit with greying hair and gold-rimmed glasses. It was Philippe Beaumont, the creative director of the world's most elite proposal planning agency. Seeing Sebastian, he immediately stepped forward.

"Mr. Thorne."

Sebastian firmly shook his hand. "Thank you for all your hard work. I've reviewed the final pitch deck, and everything is flawless. What is the status on the ground?"

Philippe tapped his tablet, pulling up a live schematic. "Trocadéro Square, directly across from The Eiffel Tower. The city council has officially approved the lockdown; we begin clearing the perimeter at 2:00 PM tomorrow. There is a six-hundred-foot crimson carpet leading directly to the center stage, which is perfectly aligned with the tower. Twelve thousand stems of 'Queen of the Night' roses are being flown in from Ecuador. They arrive just before dawn tomorrow."

Sebastian nodded in satisfaction. "And the drones?"

"Eight hundred units, fully calibrated and locked in. We have double-checked the flight choreography you approved—the roses, the ring, and the final message."

"The fireworks?"

"Designed by the Olympic pyrotechnics team. Three distinct chapters totaling exactly twelve minutes. They will be launched from private barges positioned on The Seine. You've already approved the visual renderings."

Sebastian flipped through a few more pages of the portfolio before snapping it shut. "Tomorrow night must be absolutely perfect. Zero margin for error."

Philippe nodded solemnly. "Understood. My team has been working on this with you for three months. Every single detail has been painstakingly verified."