The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 634

Sebastian Thorne sat across from her. With four bodyguards surrounding her, the oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe. Alissa Valois suddenly felt a wave of relief—relieved that she hadn't actively tried to seduce him back then. This man was not someone she could afford to provoke.

She said, "The internet says you were severely injured in a crash... looks like it was your trap. The patient in the ICU isn't you, is it?"

Sebastian didn't answer the question. He stared at her, as if inspecting a piece of merchandise.

"Are you done?"

Alissa froze for a second. "...I'm done. That's all I know."

Sebastian stood up. The hem of his coat brushed against the edge of the coffee table, stirring a cold breeze.

"Are you certain everything you said is true?"

"I'm positive. I swear—" Alissa's voice grew desperate. "Every word I said is the truth. Logan said it himself. I've remembered it all these years, without a single mistake."

Sebastian looked at her in silence for a few seconds. Then, he turned and walked toward the door.

At the entryway, he stopped but didn't look back.

"As long as you guarantee your words are true, then rest assured—I will guarantee your safety."

His voice wasn't loud, but the absolute certainty in it was more effective than any sworn oath.

Alissa's tense shoulders slumped. "Thank you."

Sebastian didn't say another word. He opened the door and walked out.

The moment the door closed, Alissa collapsed onto the sofa. Her hands were still trembling, and her heart hammered against her ribs. Every word she had spoken to that man felt like walking barefoot on the edge of a blade. His gaze, his aura, the bodyguards behind him—she had seen high-stakes situations before, but Sebastian's suffocating dominance didn't come from weapons or numbers. It came from the man himself. It was an innate, terrifying presence that warned everyone never to cross him.

She closed her eyes and let out a long exhale.

She was still alive. He hadn't killed her. He had even promised to protect her.

It was enough.

Outside the villa, Sebastian slid into the backseat. The car door closed, sealing away the biting wind. He took off his sunglasses, pulled out his phone, found Evelyn Sullivan's number, and dialed.

It rang once before she answered.