The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 555

Evelyn pulled her gaze away and took a sip of her juice. Her hand trembled slightly, but she managed to steady it.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked, watching her closely.

"I'm fine." Evelyn set her glass down. "That man... is he married?"

Louis thought for a second. "Yes. His wife is a Luxembourg aristocrat. They have three daughters together. No sons."

Evelyn's fingers curled inward. No sons. But Leo Langford looked exactly like him.

"Does he have any illegitimate children?" she asked.

Louis blinked in surprise. "That, I don't know. But the guy has plenty of mistresses. It wouldn't shock me if he had an illegitimate kid out there."

Evelyn didn't ask anything else. She stared in that direction. Logan Astor was shaking hands with someone, a charming smile on his face. He looked the picture of refinement, without a single flaw. But she knew that beneath that polished exterior lay something far more terrifying than anyone could imagine.

Louis checked his watch. "I need to go say hi to a few friends. You guys stay put, I'll come find you later."

He stood up and disappeared into the crowd. Evelyn leaned back against the sofa, staring up at the crystal chandelier.

"Are you sure?" Sebastian asked quietly.

Evelyn nodded. "Positive. Leo Langford is his son."

Sebastian was quiet for a few seconds. "Do you think Lyra Langford knows?"

Evelyn considered it. "Maybe she does, maybe she doesn't. But the fact that she's using Leo as leverage means she at least knows his biological father is someone powerful."

Sebastian reached out and covered her hand with his. "Don't overthink it right now. Let's just observe tonight."

Evelyn gave a soft hum of agreement. She looked over again, but Logan Astor was no longer standing there. Her eyes swept the room, but she couldn't spot him.

"He's gone," she noted.

Sebastian scanned the crowd as well. "He's probably just mingling elsewhere."

Evelyn stood up. "I'm going to the restroom."

Sebastian nodded. She wove her way through the throng of guests toward the corridors. As she rounded a corner, the hallway grew quiet, illuminated only by soft wall sconces. She walked past an open door and stopped dead in her tracks. It was a small, private lounge.