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Sylvia breezed into the room, her gaze landing on the stony-faced Jonathan. She arched an eyebrow

and said,

“Didn’t Gab mention he didn’t want your help? Why did you come here?”

Jonathan pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice husky with tension. “Estelle’s in Citadel!”

Sylvia’s expression shifted slightly. “Is she here for Gab?”

“It looks like it!”

Sylvia pondered for a moment. “Then she must have gone to Zion!”

Jonathan furrowed his brow. “Zion? What would she be doing there?”

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If Estelle was looking for Gab, and the information he had gotten while in M Country was that Gab was

in the

city of Citadel, why would Estelle head to Zion?

Sylvia spoke firmly, “I suspect that Gab might be in Zion as well.”

Jonathan’s eyes darkened. “Are you certain?”

Sylvia shook her head. “It’s just a guess. I only got here a day before you.” Jonathan stood up swiftly.

“Then we must go to Zion now!” Sylvia blocked his path. “You can’t just barge in there; you might ruin

Gab’s plans!” “I’m not in the mood to care about anyone’s plans. I need to find Estelle now!” Jonathan

exuded an

overpowering presence, his tone laced with impatience and a cold intensity that matched the frost in his

deepset eyes.

Ever since he had found out that Estelle wasn’t in C City, he hadn’t slept for two nights straight. His

temper and

patience were on a razor’s edge.

“Estelle has been here for a few days, likely under a covert identity. If you go blundering in, you might

put her in

danger,” Sylvia tried to reason with him calmly.

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“Zion?” Jonathan’s voice was a mix of anger and sarcasm. “Is that Raiden’s territory? If he dares touch

Estelle,

I’ll flatten Zion!”

With that, Jonathan strode past Sylvia and headed for the door.

“Mr. Lamont!” Sylvia called after him, rushing to keep up.

“Mr. Lamont?” A guard approached with another man in tow. The man stood at the doorway, blocking

Jonathan’s

exit. “I’m from Eagle Valley!”

Jonathan paused, then demanded, “Where is she?”

The man glanced around and lowered his voice. “Let’s talk inside.”