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Chapter 2686

Estelle sounded surprised. “Lambert? Where is he?”

“With me. | saw him following you, and he didn’t look like a good guy, so | had my men bring him here,” Manley said warmly. “Is he

bothering you? Don’t worry, if you don’t want to see him, I'll send him packing right now.”

Estelle was speechless. “Sendyour address. I'm on my way. And don’t touch him until | get there.”

“Deal!” Manley agreed readily, adding, “Drive safe, don’t rush. | promise I'll wait for you to pass judgment.”

Estelle chuckled and hung up.

The thought of seeing Estelle soon sent a thrill through Manley, and he immediately texted her the address.

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Lambert raised an eyebrow. “Now you know I'm Estelle’s friend, right? So untiealready!”

Manley had disliked him from the moment he claimed to be Estelle’s ex. “Estelle isn’t here yet,” he sneered. “What's the rush? Just

sit tight.”

Though his arms were tied behind his back, Lambert's legs were free. He walked over to the sofa and sat down, ignoring Manley’s

glare as he waited for Estelle.

Manley eyed him up and down. “How do you and Estelle know each other?”

Even tied up, Lambert's handsface retained its proud, aristocratic air. He blinked dismissively. “Why should | tell you?”

“Because | have the power to throw you somewhere you'll never see her again before she arrives,” Manley retorted with a cold

smile.

Lambert knew Manley was capable of it. He pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek and reluctantly began, “We've

known each other for years.”

“How many years? Longer than me?”

“Definitely longer than you,” Lambert said, giving a brief account of how he met Estelle. “She even gavea gun back then,” he

added proudly.

“Going onto a battlefield when you can’t even protect yourself? What's there to brag about?” Manley scoffed. “I thought you were

sride-or-die friend. Turns out you were just a dead weight dragging my Estelle down.”

Lambert's face paled with anger. Deciding not to argue further, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the sofa.

“Prepare smore desserts,” Manley instructed a servant. “And have juice and iced tea ready.” The servant bowed and left.