The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 571

"He must hold an incredibly high position."

"Yeah."

Evelyn reviewed the list one more time, desperately trying to string the clues together.

Logan was the founder. Mr. Vance was the domestic partner. How did the two communicate? Who was the middleman? How exactly was the money being laundered?

She massaged her temples.

"If you're tired, rest," Sebastian ordered softly.

"I'm not tired. Just overwhelmed."

Sebastian set his iPad aside, wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her gently against his chest, letting her rest her head on his shoulder.

"If it's too messy, we'll look at it tomorrow. The targets aren't going anywhere."

Evelyn didn't pull away; she just leaned into him. His shoulder was solid, and his body heat was deeply comforting. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the tangled web of conspiracies swirl in her mind.

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The hotel lobby.

Lance stepped out of the elevator, twirling the car keys in his hand.

His pace wasn't rushed, but his strides were steady—a habit ingrained from years of serving his boss. Stay calm, never panic.

Just as he reached the front doors, a voice called out from behind.

"Lance?"

Lance turned around.

Louis had just stepped out of a different elevator, dressed in a sharp navy coat and holding his phone. He looked like he was heading out as well.

"Mr. Louis," Lance nodded respectfully.

"Heading out?" Louis strolled over. "Where to?"

"Le Chat-Botté. Mr. Thorne asked me to pick up dinner."

Louis's eyes lit up. "Perfect! I'm heading there too. Meeting a friend for dinner."

Lance remained silent.

Louis pressed on, "Calling a cab around here at night is a nightmare. You're driving, right? Give me a ride?"

Lance considered it for a second, then nodded. "Sure. Let's go."

The two walked out of the hotel. Lance's car was parked near the entrance—a sleek, black Mercedes. Unassuming, but spacious. He slipped into the driver's seat while Louis pulled open the back door and slid in.