The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 60

By Saturday evening, the blinding lights of The Pinnacle Hotel illuminated the New York skyline. The Lancasters' premier luxury hotel was hosting Lawrence Lancaster's extravagant fifty-fifth birthday banquet. Held in the penthouse ballroom, the venue boasted three-hundred-and-sixty-degree floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased the city's neon-lit glory, while massive crystal chandeliers bathed the room in a daylight brilliance.

Evelyn arrived halfway through the event. As she pushed open the heavy, intricately carved doors, a wave of warm air and deafening chatter washed over her. She immediately raised a hand to her mouth, stifling a harsh cough. A brutal cold had hit her earlier in the week, bringing a persistent low-grade fever and completely wiping out her sense of taste and smell.

"Invitation, please, Miss," a waiter requested politely.

Evelyn pulled the gold-embossed card from her clutch. Tonight, she wore a stunning silver-white silk dress draped with a pale grey cashmere shawl. Her dark hair was loosely pinned up with a white jade hairpin. Though the fever had rendered her dangerously pale, her serene, regal aura made her look like a goddess descending into a room full of mortals.

She stepped into the ballroom, her eyes scanning the crowd. At the VIP table, Lawrence was roaring with laughter, entertaining a group of elite billionaires. In the center of the room, Christian stood tall in a bespoke charcoal suit, effortlessly commanding the attention of the surrounding guests. Glued to his side was Lyra, looking ethereal in a flowing white gown, cradling little Leo in her arms.

Evelyn’s steps faltered for a second.

"Is that Mrs. Lancaster?" A guest murmured nearby, sparking a chain reaction of whispers.

"She actually had the nerve to show up..."

"I heard the Chairman forced Christian to sign the divorce papers. He's handing them to her tonight."

"God, she is just asking to be humiliated. Look at Lyra parading that kid around..."

Evelyn ignored the venom completely, walking purposefully toward the main table. Arthur, the Lancasters' loyal butler, was busy cataloging the mountain of extravagant gifts.

"Arthur," Evelyn called out softly.

Arthur spun around, his face instantly breaking into a warm smile. "Evelyn, it's so good to see you. Are you feeling any better? Mr. Lancaster was just asking about you."

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