Chapter 1917


    Watching Lambert disappear through the door, Estelle turned and made her way to the café.


    She ordered a cup of coffee and a slice of chocte cake. She was halfway through her coffee when


    suddenly, her phone buzzed. It was Lambert.


    She picked up with a casual, “Hello?”


    “Re!” Lambert’s voice was edged with urgency, “The deal fell through—”


    His voice cut off abruptly, followed by a dead tone.


    Estelle shot up from her seat and bolted out of the café, sprinting towards the meeting room.


    The security guard at the entrance tried to stop her, but she grabbed his cor and mmed his head


    against the solid walnut door.


    She’d been inside before and knew theyout well. She raced up to the seventh floor, didn’t bother


    knocking, and kicked the door in to find Lambert tied to a chair, his eyes wide with shock at the sight of


    her.


    With a loud bang, the door swung shut behind her, and five burly men charged at Estelle.


    Leaping into action, she grabbed one man’s arm and with a crisp “snap” broke it. Using his leg as


    leverage, she sprang up andnded a punch right on another man’s throat.


    Her movements were swift and fierce, and within moments, two meny crumpled at her feet.


    The remaining three lunged again. Estelle’s hand shed with the glint of a dagger, which she drove


    deep into a man’s forearm, twisting it around the bone, eliciting a piercing scream.


    She kicked him aside and advanced on thest two with her de!


    Suddenly, a sharp pain struck her back. Her attack faltered, and a look of disbelief spread across her


    face as she pulled out the object from her back.


    A tranquilizer dart!


    Estelle spun around to face Lambert.


    Her guard had been down around him, because to her, he wasn’t just Lambert—he was a part of her


    past, a memory she couldn''t shake.


    The tranquilizer was potent. Her heartbeat elerated, her vision blurred. Lambert’s features became


    indistinct, and as he walked towards her, his expression was lost to her.


    She didn’t have time for hate or regret. Her body swayed, and she fell to the floor.


    The door opened, and people in white hazmat suits rushed in, cing Estelle on a stretcher and


    whisking her away.


    Lambert felt a pang of foreboding and followed instinctively.


    “Mr. Brennan!” A bookshelf parted to reveal Raiden, masked and stern. “Your task isplete, and


    quite sessfully. We’re ready to sign the contract.”


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    Lambert’s face was stoic. “What are you going to do with her?”


    “She’s part of an experiment,” Raiden replied, his voice devoid of warmth. “Don’t worry, there’s no risk


    to her life.”


    Watching the white-d figures disappear with Estelle, Lambert’s face paled with indecision. After a


    moment, he said, “We’ll talk about the contract another time. I’m not in the mood today.”


    “Then Mr. Brennan, please take some rest. We can sign the contract anytime,” Raiden replied.


    Lambert turned to leave but stopped after a few steps. He looked back and demanded, “Who killed


    Ste? I want the truth now!”


    Raiden’s gaze was impassive. “It was Wolverine.”


    Lambert’s face darkened instantly. “You’re ying games with me?”


    He knew Wolverine had been dead for over two years.


    “No,” Raiden said, his voice a low growl. “It was indeed Wolverine. He had bribed someone close to


    Gab. They ambushed Ste on a mission. She and her team all died.”


    A wave of deste emptiness surged through Lambert. He nodded slowly and walked away.


    Outside, the sun beat down mercilessly, but Lambert felt an icy chill on his back. Instinctively, he


    crossed the street and entered the café, seeking refuge.