Chapter 1951


    Jonathan''s irritation with Lambert soared to an extreme, his voice icy as hemanded, "Go and blow


    up that shrine. I want not a single tile left intact!"


    "Mr. Alvis!"


    Sylvia hurried over, "I fully understand how you’re feeling right now, but please, try to stay calm.  This


    isn''t the time to stir up trouble. If you blow up the Brennan family''s shrine, it’s likely that both Lambert


    and Raiden will be alerted immediately. If they investigate, they might find clues that could hurt Estelle."


    Sylvia''s voice was calm and measured, "Ste''s ''gone'' already, and Estelle will never bring up that


    name again. Lambert won''t find out. But if you go through with the st, it might only raise his


    suspicions."


    Jonathan''s face was as dark as a storm cloud, "Am I just supposed to endure this? "


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    "For now, I''m afraid you''ll have to bear this indignity," Sylvia replied.


    Jonathan snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray and nodded, seething, "Lambert, alright, I''ll remember


    that name!"


    He pinched the cigarette butt, his thoughts drifting before he looked up at Boyce, "Who''s staying in that


    building?"


    Boyce responded promptly, "Researchers working in the tower."


    Jonathan squinted slightly and nodded.


    Estelle returned to her vi; Lambert hadn''te back yet as expected, he probably wouldn''t return


    until dawn.


    After a shower, she had barely settled into bed when Jonathan''s video call came through.


    This time, Estelle answered freely, not bothering to adjust her backdrop.


    But as the video started, Estelle nearly had a nosebleed.


    Jonathan was in the bath, leaning against the tub, his enticing upper body on full disy—and


    particrly, the parts she fancied—allid bare.


    His wet hair dangled before his forehead; his allure was cold and striking. His lips parted slightly, "Did


    you miss me?"


    Estelle held her breath, her voice husky, "We just saw each other."


    "Come over!" Jonathan''s deep voice held a velvety enticement.


    "No way!" Estelle shook her head.


    "I''ll help you find Gab and take care of your mission as well," Jonathan continued to tempt her.


    Estelle fell back onto the bed, "No!"


    She was an agent who could resist such temptations!


    With a ssh, Jonathan stood up from the tub, and Estelle''s gaze darkened, her eyes bing


    evasive.


    Jonathan wrapped a towel around his waist and picked up his phone as he headed back to his


    bedroom.


    Lying on his bed, he looked at Estelle, his voice deepening, "E, I''ve been up for nearly three days


    straight!"


    Estelle immediately felt a pang of sympathy, "Then you get some sleep. We should be able to see each


    other tomorrow."


    "I don''t like the word ''should,''" Jonathan''s eyes half-closed, his voice husky and seductive.


    "Then we will meet for sure. Sleep now, okay?"


    Estelle thought to herself that he must be truly exhausted to talk like this.


    But he had to endure it for her sake. Because she had her concerns, there was no choice for him; after


    all, she was his Achilles'' heel. Co?tent оf Draмa?ovеls.cом


    If she perished, he could not bear to live alone.


    It was not impulse; he had already calmed down.


    Wherever she was, so would he be. It was that simple.