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After Estelle left, Jonathan sat on the couch, lighting up a cigarette, and said to Sylvia, “You’ve done
well. Go get some rest.”
Sylvia poured herself a glass of wine and strolled to the floor-to-ceiling window to gaze out at the night
lights of Zion. In such a sprawling, sleepless city, where could Gab be?
Was he really in Zion?
She turned to Jonathan and said, “Mr. Jarvis, the Mystoria Federation under your control, as well as
Gab’s Silver Valley, are both havens. Let’s make Citadel a haven, too.”
She had first met Gab in Citadel.
Back then, there was a place called Red Grotto, notorious for auctioning off young girls, and she was
among those being sold.
Sold by her parents—more precisely, her adoptive parents—and taken from the border, after an
arduous journey, she ended up in Citadel, the so-called hell on earth.
Gab was ten years older than her. At just eighteen, he was already a young man of steady and
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When he passed by the cage she was locked in, she reached out and clung to the hem of his coat. He
turned and said coldly, “Let go!”
She didn’t relent, gripping tightly, her eyes pleading with him in silence.
He shook off her hand harshly and walked away without looking back.
She watched his retreating figure in despair.
Yet, when she was being auctioned off, he bought her for three times the price of an ordinary girl.
He led her away from the murky auction house. He walked ahead, and she followed his every step
timidly behind.
He looked back at her, his silhouette backlit, and to the young girl she was, he seemed godlike—
handsome and towering.
His gaze was indifferent as he told her, “From today on, you’re mine. But I should warn you, life with me
can be hard, perhaps even harder than being bought by someone else. Are you afraid?”
She shook her head firmly. “I’m not!”
For some reason, she had such faith that he wouldn’t hurt her—a naive thought she would later
understand.
He was always a mystery to her.
Jonathan exhaled a stream of smoke and said, “Citadel was never a haven, and its people don’t need
someone to purify them.”
Sylvia frowned slightly, about to speak, when suddenly Alvis’s man came in to report on the
investigation into Lambert.
Lambert had earned dual master’s degrees by the age of twenty-two, then spent three years wandering
abroad.
During that time, he joined mercenaries and took part in a peacekeeping war.
However, once the war was over, he withdrew and continued to experience various life.
Three years later, he returned to the Brennan family as the heir apparent.Books Chapters Are Daily
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Being the direct descendant, he was highly valued by his family, and he was indeed exceptional in his
own right.
Profligacy might be in a man’s nature, but when it came to his contributions to the family, Lambert truly
was an outstanding successor.
Boyce handed Lambert’s resume to Jonathan, pausing before adding gravely, “There’s one more
thing.”
Jonathan glanced at Lambert’s information and said flatly, “Go on.”
Boyce said, “The Brennan family has constructed a traditional shrine in their Citadel estate, dedicated
to the memorial tablet of Stella.”
Jonathan’s head snapped up, his expression changing, “Stella?”
“Yes,” Boyce continued, “Lambert took part in one peacekeeping mission. It’s likely that he met Stella
during the war.”
Jonathan let out a crude expletive. He had thought their encounter had been a chance meeting, but he
hadn’t anticipated such a deep-rooted connection!
Lambert had set up a shrine and a memorial tablet for Stella?
So, was that why he went to gaze at Stella’s memorial tablet every day?
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