Chapter 1901


    After lunch, Estelle met up with Lambert.


    Lambert eyed her white T-shirt and jeans with a slight frown. "That doesn''t quite scream ''my date'', does


    it?"


    Estelle retorted, "I doubt anyone''s surprised by the kind of dates you have!"


    Lambert burst intoughter. "Why is it that everything you say is just so darn likable?"


    He opened a small leather case beside him. "This is for you!"


    Curious, Estelle peered inside and found thetest MP22 handgun, capable of holding 20 rounds and


    maintaining stable performance in both scorching heat and bitter cold. It was equipped with a self-


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    illuminating aiming system for pinpoint uracy even at night.


    She picked it up,forted by its cold touch, and nodded her thanks.


    "Don''t mention it. It''s for my own peace of mind, too," Lambert said, extending his hand. "Here''s to a


    fruitful partnership!"


    They shook hands lightly. "Just make sure you y fair," Estelle said with a hint of warning.


    "y fair?" Lambert looked puzzled. "We won''t have time for games, but if you''re up for a bet, I can


    amodate. I''m pretty good with cards. So far, my odds of winning are better than losing."


    Estelle didn''t want to engage in small talk. She inspected the gun in her hand and only when he


    finished rambling did she ask, "When do we head out?"


    Lambert raised an eyebrow, "Now!"


    He nced at his watch and grinned. "To be precise, in three minutes!"


    The two drove towards Zion, with Lambert at the wheel.


    With her role being a date rather than a bodyguard, Estellefortably took the passenger seat.


    Zion was to the southeast of Citadel, a nexus for global talent in IT, biology, weaponry, and more, falling


    under the jurisdiction of Triceratops. Yet the research facilities within had ties to various nations.


    An S-ss secret researcher from the home country had arrived in Citadel with top-secret data.


    Estelle''s mission was to eliminate him and retrieve the research.


    Meanwhile, Lambert chatted incessantly about his ex-girlfriends'' preferences, how they met, and what


    he adored most about each of them.


    Estelle, who had softened her view of him after seeing a certain shrine, now felt she had been gravely


    mistaken.


    Annoyed but patient, she gradually felt sleepy in the warmth of the afternoon sun, resting against the


    car window and unwittingly drifting off.


    Lambert nced at the dozing girl beside him in surprise. Was his storytelling that boring?


    The sun highlighted her sharp jawline beneath her oversized sunsses, casting a warm glow.


    He watched her for a moment before reaching out to her.


    Just before his hand touched Estelle, she abruptly caught his wrist. Her voice was cold, "What do you


    think you''re doing?"


    The pain in his wrist was excruciating, almost causing his other hand to lose control of the steering


    wheel. He quickly exined, "Rx, I was just trying to loosen your seatbelt. You looked


    ufortable."


    "No need," Estelle released his wrist and turned away, leaning back in her seat to continue her nap.


    Lambert looked at his bruised wrist and muttered, "Definitely not the usual date material."


    An hourter, the car came to a halt. Estelle opened her eyes and looked outside, "Are we there?"