The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 619

After ending the call, Julian remained motionless in his chair.

He held his phone loosely, the screen still glowing in the dim office. He stared at the word "Deal" echoing in his mind for a few seconds before pulling up a contact and dialing.

The call connected on the second ring.

"Julian."

"Alissa is in the London suburbs. I'm sending you the coordinates. Take a team to extract her immediately and transport her to the safe house." Julian kept his voice low, but every syllable was laced with urgency. "Logan's men have her pinned down. Do not let them get to her first."

"Copy that. How many men?"

"Bring at least four. Hand-picked. I need people who won't flinch."

"Understood."

Julian hung up and slid the phone into his pocket. The office was deathly quiet, the sky outside a suffocating black. He glanced at his watch—it was pushing nine o'clock.

Grabbing his briefcase, he stepped out of his office. Half the lights in the corridor were already killed for the night. A janitor was mopping the floor and politely stepped aside as he passed. Julian gave a curt nod and headed straight for the elevators.

The doors parted, and he stepped inside, punching the button for the basement level.

The numbers ticked down steadily.

*Ding.*

The doors slid open at the lobby. It was empty. He jabbed the 'close door' button, and the carriage continued its descent.

Basement level.

The doors groaned open.

The underground parking garage was dimly lit, half the fluorescent tubes burnt out, casting the cavernous space in a grimy, yellow haze. The air was thick with the suffocating stench of damp mildew, gasoline, and burnt rubber. His black Audi was parked in a secluded corner, blending effortlessly into the shadows. There were no cars parked immediately beside it, nor across the aisle.

He scanned the perimeter.

Quiet. It was far too quiet.