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In the living room, half a dozen women were lounging about, all dressed scantily for the warm climate.
When Lambert walked in, they rose to their feet and swarmed around him.
Encircled by the group of women, Lambert turned to Sylvia with a perplexed look. “Ms. Beverly, what’s
the meaning of this?”
Sylvia gave him a sly smile. “Knowing Mr. Brennan’s penchant for pretty ladies, this is a little welcome
gift from Alvis. Enjoy!”
With a nod, Sylvia left the room, leaving Lambert somewhat stunned.
Lately, Lambert hadn’t taken much interest in female company and tried to make his exit, but the
women were not having it.
“Mr. Brennan, don’t go!”
“We’ve been waiting for you!”
“We’ve heard about Mr. Brennan is blessed with unique… talents. Any chance we might witness that
today?”
The six women came from a mix of ethnic backgrounds and spoke various languages, some in native
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEnglish and some in broken Chinese, as they nudged Lambert toward the plush couch in the center of
the room.
The couch was huge, swallowing Lambert as he sank into it. Before he could utter a word, one of the
women boldly took a seat on his lap.
Sylvia had just returned to the banquet hall when she noticed Estelle looking around, seemingly in
search of someone.
“Looking for Mr. Brennan?” Sylvia asked with a warm smile.
“Yes, have you seen him?” Estelle replied.
Even if she was currently annoyed with him, she felt for the compel to ensure his safety.
“I last saw Mr. Brennan heading to the suites with two companions. They probably went to rest after a
few drinks,” Sylvia chuckled lightly. “Best not to disturb them now!”
Estelle’s brow raised in silent exasperation at the rake’s unceasing antics.
“Thanks, I’ve got it!”
Sylvia watched her with a gentle gaze. “You’re welcome.”
Estelle guessed Lambert wouldn’t be returning tonight, and worried that Jonathan might reveal their
relationship in public, she decided to leave the dinner early.
Back at the villa, Estelle wanted to wrap up her mission quickly and find her brother, thinking that
Jonathan would undoubtedly try to haul her back. She shed her gown and mask, slipped back into her
maid’s outfit, and returned to the building.
Below the twentieth floor of the building were suites for the research staff, while everything above was
set aside for entertainment for all of Zion. Estelle decided to stick to delivering midnight snacks as her
means of locating the researcher.
Lambert had mentioned that Zion had recently regrouped all researchers in an auxiliary building, and
she was determined to find them.
She had the advantage now, as Raiden was aware of her search for Gab but not for the researcher—
his scrutiny mattered less to her. She felt free to move about, regardless of Raiden’s surveillance.
Now Estelle didn’t need to pose as the maid from the duty room anymore, as the kitchen staff had
already accepted her as the new girl, specifically there to help with midnight snack deliveries.
So she went straight to the kitchen and, as soon as the meal cart was ready, she took charge and set
out to make the deliveries.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut as she reached the elevator with the cart, the elevator door slid open revealing Jonathan at the
forefront, followed by a group of Citadel’s affluent businessmen and politicians, all winding up from their
evening festivities.
Raiden was absent, and it was Winston accompanying them instead.Books Chapters Are Daily
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Estelle immediately bowed her head in respect and stepped aside to make room for them.
Jonathan glanced at her and then at the snack cart, inquiring, “Who’s this for?”
Winston explained, “That’s the late-night snacks for our staff.”
Jonathan nodded. “They smell delicious!”
Sylvia laughed, “It really does. I didn’t eat much earlier, and suddenly I’m feeling hungry.”
Without hesitation, Winston quickly offered, “It’s our oversight. I’ll arrange some late-night snacks to be
sent right away.”
Sylvia smiled, dismissed the offer with a gesture towards the meal boxes on Estelle’s cart. “No need to
trouble yourself; this looks perfect!”
Jonathan’s gaze lingered on Estelle as he casually ordered, “After you’re done, bring a portion of
spaghetti to our suite.”
Estelle, disguising her voice, responded demurely, “Certainly!”
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