Chapter 237


    Jonathan didn’t reveal any emotions on his face. “Estelle is my girl, so please, Mr. Scott, stay away fro


    m her.”


    “Your girl?” Manley sneered. “Mr. Lamont, are you announcing Estelle’s identity?”


    Jonathan chuckled coldly. “I thought Mr. Scott was a smart man, you should’ve known better.”


    Manley put his hands in his pockets, with a cynical smile. “How could I know, when Mr. Lamont’s girl is


    serving people in a ce like this? You


    didn’t make it clear.”


    Jonathan wasn’t angered by his words, and calmly said,


    “Now that you know, shouldn’t you stay away from Estelle?”


    “Stay away from her?” Manleyughed maliciously. “If one day, Mr. Lamont sees Estelle in my bed, the


    n we can talk about this, all right?”


    Mamie could clearly feel Jonathan’s anger. Seeing him take a step


    forward, she immediately looked back at Estelle.


    Estelle had already moved, blocking Jonathan’s path, holding his wrist, and whispered, “Jonathan!”


    Jonathan slowly rxed, holding Estelle’s hand, and gave Manley a cold smile. “Mr. Scott had better un


    derstand what I said today. By next time, I will do more than just give a verbal warning!”


    After that, he left with Estelle.


    Mamie’s back was all sweaty. She sighed with relief, said goodbye to Manley, and left the private room


    with them.


    Manley sat on the sofa, expressionless. After a while, his eyes fell on the half ss of wine Estelle


    had poured. He picked it up and drank it in one gulp.


    Clement sat down next to him and advised, “the Lamont family is rich and has the Jarvis family’s suppo


    rt. We might have to cooperate with them in the future. Why bother messing with him? And involving an


    innocent girl, just let it go!”


    Manley nced at him indifferently, his seductive eyes making it hard to tell what he was thinking.


    He suddenlyughed and filled up his ss with the wine Estelle


    had brought. “Quite interesting!“, he said yfully.


    “What?” Clement asked, puzzled.


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    Manley didn’t say anything more and finished his ss of wine. He stood up and smiled, “Let’s go y


    cards!”


    Clement thought Manley was just


    teasing Estelle to piss off Jonathan, so he didn’t take it to heart and got up to apany him to y ca


    rds.


    Jonathan took Estelle to Room 8809. The dim light was on, and they were the only two people in the ro


    om. The ce, which should have been noisy and lively, felt rather unsettling when quiet.


    Jonathan walked ahead and suddenly stopped, turning to look at Estelle, his eyes angry. “Last time’s in


    cident didn’t teach you a lesson, huh? Why can’t you stay away from him?”


    Estelle’s ponytail emphasized her delicate innocence. She pursed her lips and didn’t say anything.


    Jonathan’s handsome face became colder. “And you dare to drink his wine, you-”


    Before he could finish, Estelle suddenly stepped forward, wrapped her arms around his waist, and buri


    ed her head in his chest, relying on him


    Jonathan’s scolding got stuck in his throat.


    He took a deep breath and held her. “If he forces you, just ignore to him, call me, and


    I’lle right away!”


    Estelle raised her head in his arms and slowly began to speak. “Someone else was stirring up trouble a


    t his room, and Manley taught them a lesson for me. He didn’t force me to drink.”


    Jonathan’s eyes narrowed slowly. “are you touched by him?”