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Lambert raised his arm, glancing at Estelle.

Through the sheer veil, Estelle reached up to link her arm with his, and together they walked toward the room.

Upon entering, Lambert spotted the man seated behind the massive desk and chuckled softly, “Where is

Raiden?”

The man behind the desk stood up. He had the look of a local from Tripe, with slightly curly hair and dressed in

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a sleek black suit. He began, “I apologize, Mr. Raiden received an urgent message this morning and had to

leave Zion about an hour ago. He left me in charge to host Mr. Brennan and continue discussing our

collaboration. Let me introduce myself, I am Mr. Raiden’s assistant, my name is Winston.”

Estelle felt a twinge of disappointment. She had hoped to meet Raiden and perhaps recognize him by voice or

stature, but it seemed Raiden was not one to make public appearances lightly.

Lambert smiled, “No problem, as long as Mr. Winston has the authority to speak.”

Winston turned to Estelle, “And who might this lady be?”

“This is my date, Rella. She’s with me,” Lambert replied.

Winston nodded politely at Estelle, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance, “Mr. Brennan, our negotiations are not

suited to a lady’s ears. Perhaps your girlfriend could enjoy some of the many amenities Zion has to offer for the

ladies.” Lambert pondered for a moment, then turned to Estelle with a soft voice, “There’s a coffee shop next door.

Why don’t you wait for me there? I won’t be long.” Estelle nodded, “Alright!” If Lambert was asking her to leave, he

must feel there was no danger. The butler, Huff, promptly said, “Please follow me, miss.” Estelle followed Huff out.

The white door closed automatically behind her.

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The coffee shop was just across the way. It was quiet, with only a few patrons chatting. Estelle found a secluded

spot and ordered a coffee. She pulled out her phone and opened WhatsApp, bombarded with new messages.

Magdalen had sent a bunch of honeymoon photos.

Estelle’s lips curved into a smile. If Charlie had brought Emily back, he’d have made sure she wouldn’t be

mistreated.

She also replied to messages from Jason, Sophia.

After texting, Estelle called Evelyn.

“Don’t ask around. No one will tell you,” Estelle advised.