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He strolled over to Estelle’s usual spot, sinking into the chair across from where she sat,

noticing her coffee was

only half-finished, the chocolate cake untouched, as if in her haste upon receiving his call,

she hadn’t had a

chance to savor a single bite.

She must have rushed out to protect him.

Lambert took a deep breath, a heavy weight seemed to press upon his chest, making it

hard to breathe.

He told himself, she was just a mere woman, no need to get worked up over her. Yet, from

the moment Estelle

was taken, a growing unease had started to pile up, spreading within him, turning to

panic.

Raiden had said using Estelle for experiments posed no risk to her life, but they all knew

too well, once you

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entered that building, there was no coming out!

Looking at the slice of chocolate cake on the plate, Lambert recalled the last look Estelle

gave him, one of

betrayal by one of her own, filled with disbelief and resentment.

He closed his eyes for a moment, forcing himself not to dwell on it any longer, and stood

up to leave quickly.

The lab was brightly lit, Estelle lay on a bed surrounded by various machines.

Three doctors in white protective gear stood by her, their expressions detached as they

watched Estelle, the air chilling to a standstill, save for the glaring light from the

incandescent bulbs overhead. A nurse wheeled over a cart with chilled vials, and after

checking Estelle’s closed eyes, one of the doctors took a syringe from her and slowly

injected the pale blue liquid into Estelle’s delicate arm. J City At five in the afternoon,

Sabina entered the CEO’s office to report on the schedule. “Mr. Lamont, the exclusive wine

reception is set at The Sailing Hotel’s thirty-seventh-floor banquet hall, starting at eight.”

Jonathan glanced at his documents, somewhat distracted, “Alright, I got it!”

Sabina hesitated, her voice softening, “I happen to be free tonight, I could accompany

you.”

Without looking up, Jonathan said, “No need.”

Sabina’s eyes dimmed slightly but maintained an elegant and dignified smile, “Alright

then, I’ll step out.”

“Mhm,” Jonathan replied indifferently.

After Sabina left, Jonathan leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples, staring out at the

dusk, feeling an

inexplicable unease and restless, and for no apparent reason.

Perhaps it was because his Ella wasn’t by his side, causing the disquiet within him to grow.

He stayed in his office until darkness fell before standing up to leave.

Millard was already waiting in the car downstairs. Jonathan got in and headed to The

Sailing Hotel for the

reception.

Jonathan was an honored guest, invited by the president of the exclusive club, discussing

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future collaborations.

People continually came up to toast him, and Jonathan, with his noble and indifferent

demeanor, humored them

with a couple of drinks as a generous courtesy.

Before Jonathan could respond, a graceful female voice came from behind, “Mr. Lamont

hasn’t been feeling well

these past few days, I’ll toast to Mr. Dalton on behalf of Mr. Lamont!”

Jonathan turned to see Sabina. Hiseyes betrayed nothing, his expression as cool and

distant as ever.

“This is,” Mr. Dalton said excitedly, recognizing her, “Mr. Lamont’s assistant, Miss Sabina

Macclain, am I right?”

“Ms. Macclain is as beautiful as the rumors say!” Mr. Dalton, his face flushed from the

alcohol, complimented

after taking the drink.