The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 606

Lance saw it too.

The black sedan was still parked in the corner. The position hadn't changed, the angle was identical, and the windows were still heavily tinted.

The two of them exchanged a glance.

They didn't say a word, but the silence spoke volumes.

Lance spoke first. "Dr. Sullivan, I'll send some men down. There are too many rats scurrying around, keeping watch day and night. It's getting annoying."

Evelyn didn't speak, but she gave a slight nod.

Lance turned and made a quick hand signal toward the far end of the corridor. Two bodyguards in dark suits quickly approached. They were massive, imposing men, yet their footsteps were virtually soundless. They were Charles's men. They had been tailing Evelyn for days and had grown entirely sick of looking at that black sedan.

"The parking lot. The black sedan. Drag the guy out," Lance ordered, keeping his voice incredibly low. "Keep it quiet. Don't make a scene."

The two men nodded and turned toward the elevators, moving with a brisk, disciplined efficiency.

Evelyn remained standing by the window. She didn't head downstairs. Instead, she stared at the black sedan in the parking lot, her fingers lightly tapping a slow rhythm against the windowsill.

Lance stood half a step behind her. "Dr. Sullivan, would you like to wait in the car?"

"No rush," she said, her voice perfectly even. "I'll wait for the result."

Downstairs, in the parking lot.

The two bodyguards emerged from the stairwell and approached the black sedan from both sides. They weren't sprinting, but their sheer presence was like two moving walls closing in.

The man inside the car clearly realized what was happening. The windows were too dark to see through, but the vehicle rocked slightly, indicating movement inside.

The bodyguards didn't give him a single second to react. The one on the left yanked the car door open, while the right one grabbed the man by the arm and forcefully dragged him out.

"What the hell are you doing—"

The man stumbled out, nearly falling face-first onto the pavement. He wore a dark jacket and a baseball cap. The hat had been knocked askew, revealing a rugged European face. He looked to be in his forties, with a heavy stubble and dark bags under his eyes.

"What are you doing?! What gives you the right to—"

The bodyguards ignored him entirely. One twisted his arm behind his back, while the other efficiently patted him down. A phone, a wallet, car keys, and a small notebook were quickly confiscated.

"Let me go! I'm calling the cops—" The man thrashed around, his voice loud and panicked, echoing loudly through the empty parking garage.