Chapter 1911


    Estelle savored her chocte cake, "Have you asked about it? When is Raidening back?"


    Lambert eyed her, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Fond of chocte, are you?"


    Estelle raised an eyebrow nonchntly. "All girls love chocte."


    A charming smile spread across Lambert''s face. "I thought you were different!"


    She repeated her question, ignoring his banter. "When is Raidening back?"


    Leaning in closer, Lambert''s gaze locked onto Estelle''s, his voice a hushed whisper. "I have a hunch


    Raiden’s been hiding out in Zion."


    "Hmm?" Estelle looked up, surprised.


    Their eyes met, and Lambert''s had a mischievous sparkle. "Winston''s been speaking for him, but for a


    deal this big, he can''t call the shots alone. I suspect Raiden never left Zion; he just doesn''t want to


    show his face."


    It was a move typical of the enigmatic Raiden.


    "So, what''s your n?" Estelle inquired.


    "To flush him out," Lambert said with a coldugh. "We won''t agree to a deal without some real skin in


    the game."


    Estelle nodded in approval. "Good luck with that!"


    Lifting his coffee mug, Lambert toasted her. "Cheers!"


    That night, in the wee hours, Estelle retraced her steps from the previous day, repeating her actions.


    As she put on her maid outfit and pushed the cart to the seventh floor, Lambert suddenly called.


    "Where have you run off to? You''re not in the bar, not at the vi!"


    Estelle hung up without a word.


    She pushed the cart inside and knocked on room 702.


    The door swung open to reveal a portly man with piercing eyes. "Come in."


    Estelle entered with the cart. As she passed the foyer, she nced at the man''s name tag on his work


    shirt and spoke softly, "Sir, here''s your spaghetti. I''ll set it down in the dining area for you!"


    The man followed, eyeing Estelle. "Why the mask? Take it off, let me see your face."


    Estelle met his gaze, her voice apologetic. "I''m sorry, I have a cold. I wouldn''t want to infect you."


    He leaned in, his demeanor assertive. "You are delivering food with a cold? No excuses, take off the


    mask. I want to see the face that matches those beautiful eyes."


    Reaching for Estelle''s mask, he felt a prick as his fingers touched her hair. He frowned. "What''s this?"


    Calmly, Estelle replied, "A hairpin."


    He examined his hand; no visible marks, just his fingers blurring from five to seven, then eight. His


    eyes shut, and he toppled backward.


    Estelle caught his shirt and tossed him onto the bed. Then, rifling through his daytime clothes, she


    found a ck card.


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    She pulled out a slim ck device from her pocket, inserted the card, and soon the machine spat out


    two identical ck maic cards.


    Estelle reced the man''s card, nced back at the slumbering figure on the bed, and left the room.


    On her way out, she hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door.


    Estelle, with the cart in tow, entered the elevator and swiped the maic card. The elevator began its


    descent.


    She looked up at the security camera in the elevator and quickly sent amand to Amiee on her


    phone.


    Three secondster, Amiee''s response indicated she was on it.


    The elevator continued downward, finally stopping at eleventh floor underground.