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    Yvonne’s reputation took a nosedive, inevitably costing her some endorsements and scaring off some


    big–shot directors who previously wanted to work with her. Mr. Mayfield’s movie hadn’t even premiered


    yet, and in an effort to avoid any negative impacts, he had been sniffing around for intel.


    That night, at the Midnight Bar.


    Carson and his people were ying cards, while Jonathan was shooting pool alone in a side room.


    As he lined up his shot on the green ball, images of the blurry and chaotic figures he encountered at


    the rubber ntation shed across his mind.


    Gab had long since left, and he hadn’t seen him. Maduro was interrogated by Jacob, but only revealed


    that Wolverine had paid him to find Jonathan. Many of Wolverine’s men were dead, and those who


    survived were taken by Gab. By the time Jacob’s men got to the woods, there were no living souls left


    to spill


    the beans.


    All other details, including the identities of the ughtered, were locked down by Gab. He was


    But something didn’t feel right!


    Charlie strolled in, leaning against the door frame. He looked at the pensive Jonathan and murmured,


    “What’s up? You’ve been off since you got back from Kulha Mountain. What the hell did you do there?”


    Jonathan pocketed his shot, his face expressionless, and didn’t respond.


    Seeing that he wasn’t in the mood to talk, Charlie didn’t press him further. He simply said, “Yvonne’s


    mess got swept under the rug. Magdalen sure knows how to y hardball. I bet she did it to get back


    for Estelle!”


    “What’s it to her?” Jonathan asked, his gaze fixed on the balls. His voice casual, suggesting he no


    longer cared about Estelle.


    “Magdalen and Estelle are buddies. She probably thought you dumped Estelle because of Yvonne, so


    she decided to get back at Yvonne!” Charlie spected. Jonathan continued his game, his shots


    precise and clean, but his movements gave away his inner turmoil. Sinceing back from Kulha


    Mountain, he hadn’t seen Estelle for several days. His days were filled with endless meetings, often


    stretchingte into the night, followed by sleep induced by sleeping pills.


    He didn’t allow himself a moment’s respite, nor did he have the time to think about her, let alone inquire


    about her whereabouts. When in pain, people tended to activate their defense mechanisms to forget


    the pain.


    Unworthy pain would always end.


    “There’s something else, about Estelle. Wanna hear it?” Charlie asked, his tone nonchnt,


    deliberately piquing someone’s curiosity.


    Jonathan shot him a nce, “Speak if you want to, leave if you don’t!”


    Charlie wasn’t offended, he justughed more freely, “I’ll speak if you want to hear it, otherwise I’ll


    leave!”


    Jonathan straightened up and looked coldly at Charlie.


    Charlie gave a slight smile, “Alright, no more beating around the bush! Remember Sammy who sent


    Carson that video from the club?”


    “Yeah, what about him?” Jonathan asked coolly.


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    “He has a project with Manley, so he went to Manley’s suburban estate to find him. Guess who he ran


    into at Manley’s ce?”


    “Who?” Jonathan asked.


    “Estelle.” Charlie said.


    Jonathan frowned, his gaze turning serious.