The Hidden Empress Stripping Her Secrets After Divorce novel Chapter 92

Lyra's fingers were stiff and freezing as she frantically typed a reply, barely able to keep a grip on the device. "Viv! Help me! I don't care how you do it or how much it costs! You have to suppress this! It absolutely cannot be published! Please! Bribe the outlets on that list, I'll pay whatever it takes! Do it right now!"

Even after hitting send, she didn't feel secure and quickly added another text: "And find out who is pulling the strings behind this! Double the reward for any solid leads!"

Having done all she could for the moment, she slumped back onto the rug, leaning heavily against the cold wood of the vanity. She gasped for air, cold sweat completely coating her forehead and palms. Her luxurious silk nightgown clung uncomfortably to her back, drenched in a sticky, clammy sweat that sent uncomfortable chills down her spine. Hugging her knees to her chest, she trembled uncontrollably, her teeth chattering. The calm, composed facade she had forced herself to wear all day had completely evaporated, leaving nothing but raw terror and sheer panic.

No, just relying on Vivian wouldn't be enough. This crisis was too immense. She couldn't shoulder it alone; her parents needed to know so they could leverage the family's wealth and connections.

She scrambled up, stumbling toward the landline on her nightstand. Her fingers shook so badly that she had to punch in her father's private number three times before she finally got it right.

"Dad! Where are you and Mom? I don't care what you're doing, come home right now! Immediately! It's a disaster! A hundred times worse than Lydia getting arrested!" Her voice was sharp and frantic, thick with tears, completely stripped of its usual gentle warmth.

Her father was clearly startled by her uncharacteristic tone, repeatedly asking what was wrong. Lyra didn't have time to explain. "Just come back! Hurry! Otherwise, it's going to be too late!"

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