Chapter 1926


    Citadel, Zion


    At 3 a.m., Lambert shot up in bed, his heart pounding against his ribs like a jackhammer.


    He''d gone to bedte and had barely drifted off when the nightmare gripped him. In it, he saw Estelle,


    but she was no longer herself—she was a monster, caged and beaten by unseen assants.


    These dreams had haunted him more than once.


    Sitting on the edge of his bed, Lambert hung his head, gasping for air. He rose and walked to the


    window. The entire Zion City was still brightly lit.


    Two days and two nights had passed since Estelle was taken. What kind of experiments were they


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    using her for?


    Raiden had imed her, and Lambert knew he wouldn''t let her go easily.


    Maybe there was bad blood between them. Raiden would show no mercy!


    The more Lambert thought about it, the more frantic he became. He grabbed a bottle of bourbon and


    guzzled it straight from the neck.


    After emptying the bottle, he stumbled back to his bed, copsing. As he closed his eyes, Estelle''s final


    gaze haunted him.


    She may have been aloof, but she had always been fiercely loyal in protecting him.


    And he had cast her into hell!


    If she was conscious, she must hate him by now!


    These past two days, he had no interest in women, no desire to negotiate with Raiden. He just holed


    up in his room.


    He kept telling himself that Estelle was just a passing acquaintance. She meant nothingpared to


    his family legacy and to his goddess. Letting her go meant no loss to him.


    A man like him wouldn''t feel any guilt!


    But for some reason, he couldn''t let go. Just the thought of Estelle disrupted his peace of mind.


    Estelle’s eyes were imprinted in his brain.


    Dawn came, and Lambert hadn''t slept a wink.


    At 8 a.m., he called Raiden.


    The line connected quickly, and Raiden''s calm, indifferent voice came through, "Mr. Brennan, have you


    decided to sign the contract today?"


    Lambert''s voice was hoarse, "What have you done with Re? Can you at least tell me what


    experiments you''re nning on her?"


    There was a brief pause before Raiden responded coolly, "I''m sorry, I can''t disclose that to you, Mr.


    Brennan. You need not concern yourself with Re anymore; she''s no longer your affair."


    Lambert was resolute, "I don''t want your concessions, and the deal can be scrapped. Just let her go!"


    Raiden''s voice remained devoid of emotion, "Mr. Brennan, that''s impossible. In Zion, we value our


    this ce." His tone darkened, "This is the end of the discussion about Re. If you wish to sign the


    contract, I''m at your service, Mr. Brennan."


    Without another word, Raiden hung up.


    "Fuck!"


    Lambert growled, hurling his phone to the floor.


    Sitting on the bed, hands clutching his hair, his mind was in chaos. However, a strong determination


    was taking hold—he had to save Re!


    He had to rescue her!


    To hell with the deal. He had never been one for ying by the rules. If Raiden thought she could trap


    him with a contract, she was dreaming!


    Maybe it was foolish. He was the one who had betrayed Re, and now he was scrambling to save her.


    But he felt it was the right thing to do. It didn''t matter that he''d made a mistake; what mattered was


    making amends.


    ...


    With a newfound resolve, Lambert felt a surge of unprecedented power.


    After finishing his breakfast, he headed straight for the bar.


    The bar was tranquil during the daytime, as peaceful as a serene and beautiful sanctuary.