The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 567

He had known this man for years. This contact never spoke like this. He was the kind of ruthless operator who feared nothing and would spit in the face of presidents. And now he was talking about 'hell to pay'?

Just how massive was the power backing Evelyn Sullivan?

Logan took a swig of his whiskey, forcefully swallowing down the surge of frustration rising in his chest.

[What about Sebastian? If he dies, there's no blowback?]

[If he dies, Evelyn will break. A broken woman won't have the willpower to keep investigating anything.]

Logan stared at the text for a long time.

It made sense.

As brilliant as Evelyn was, she was still just an expectant mother. If the man she loved died and her child was left fatherless, how long could she hold on? Even if she survived the grief, she wouldn't give a damn about uncovering The Encrypted Channel.

Sebastian Thorne was her weak point.

Cut the head off the snake.

[How do we do it?] he typed.

[Arrange it yourself. But not in Switzerland. It's too high-profile.]

Logan leaned back, closing his eyes in thought.

Not in Switzerland. Then where? France? Sebastian would definitely return to France, and Evelyn would be with him. On the road? The plane? A train? The highway?

A car crash?

He thought of Leon.

Forget it, car crashes were too cliché. Besides, Charles's people would be on high alert. The Duke was still aggressively investigating Leon's 'accident.' Logan had no intention of repeating that mess.

[I'll figure something out.] he texted back.

[Make it fast. They're connecting the dots faster than you think.]

Logan stared at the words 'faster than you think,' his knuckles turning white.

He remembered the predatory way Evelyn had looked at him at the banquet. Her gaze had practically screamed—I know who you are, and I know what you've done.

Just how much did she know?

Logan tossed his phone aside, stood up, and walked back over to the window.

The night view of Lake Geneva remained unchanged, the glowing ripples shimmering like scattered diamonds. He stared blindly at the lights, his mind entirely consumed with Sebastian.

How to kill him?

A crash was out of the question. Too obvious.

Poison? He had assets in France who could orchestrate it. But a man of Sebastian's status had his food and drinks thoroughly vetted. Poison was too complex.

A sniper? Too brutal. Charles's forces would tear the country apart looking for the shooter.

He needed a method—something that looked like a tragic accident but wouldn't draw immediate, overwhelming suspicion.

Logan turned around and walked back to the sofa.