The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 566

In Switzerland, inside Logan's hotel suite.

Logan stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of whiskey in his hand, untouched.

Outside, the night view of Lake Geneva sprawled before him. The scattered lights reflecting off the water looked like shattered stars. He stared at the glowing ripples, his mind entirely consumed by the events of the evening.

Evelyn Sullivan. Sebastian Thorne.

The way those two looked at him was wrong.

It wasn't a look of curiosity—it was a look of calculation. It was the look of someone observing, judging, piecing a puzzle together. He knew that look all too well; he used it on people all the time.

He knew they were digging into The Encrypted Channel.

How much had they uncovered?

He took a sip of his drink, letting the burn slide slowly down his throat.

His thoughts drifted to Lyra Langford.

Before that woman returned to the country, she had met with Evelyn. More than once. What had they discussed? Did Lyra spill the critical secrets of the channel to Evelyn?

Probably not.

Lyra wasn't an idiot. She knew the consequences of opening her mouth. If she dared to speak, he wouldn't even have to lift a finger—the others in the organization would erase her from existence.

But what if?

What if she had said something just to save her own skin?

Logan's finger slowly traced the rim of his glass.

He thought of Lyra's face. If he hadn't been drugged back then, desperate for a woman, he would never have slept with her.

He felt absolutely nothing for her. But she had given him a son, and that changed things.

If it weren't for the fact that she had given him an heir—

He let out a cold scoff.

She would already be dead.

Rotting in some forgotten corner of Paris, with no one the wiser.

Logan walked back to the sofa, sat down, and placed his glass on the coffee table.

He thought of Leon.

That idiot, getting tangled up with Lyra and actually believing Leo was his. Running blood tests, demanding DNA reports—he practically dug his own grave.

Leon was dead, and the Duke was investigating. But the trail would never lead back to him. Pierre would take the fall like the miserable scapegoat he was.

Logan didn't care about that.

What he cared about was Evelyn and Sebastian.

Those two were infinitely more dangerous than Leon.

He picked up his phone and opened a message. It was from his men, confirming that Evelyn and Sebastian had returned to their hotel and the tail hadn't been compromised.

Logan stared at the text and typed a quick reply.

[Keep eyes on them. Don't spook them.]

Sent.