Chapter 61: What''s Up, Sir?


    Room 1231 had arge living room, a main bedroom, two secondary bedrooms, and a study.


    Estelle came to the living room and saw that the sofa was a little messy. The cushions and sofa


    covers were wrinkled. And on the backrest of the sofa was a white shirt and a dark blue tie.


    After hesitating for a while, she turned on the light and began to clean the room.


    She washed the shirt and tie first and hung them on the balcony. Then she tidied up the sofa and


    tea table. After that, she turned off the light and waited for Mr. Mysterious toe.


    Later, the ringtone was heard again, and the door was opened.


    “Sir.” Estelle stood up and greeted Mr. Mysterious.


    Mr. Mysterious nodded and came in a while, asking with a smile, “How was your day?”


    “Well, not bad,” Estelle answered.


    “Not bad?” Mr. Mysterious chuckled and said, “You were quite awesome. You beat Cristofer in the


    game and gained a pursuer.”


    Speaking of this, Estelle quickly denied, “No, no, no. That’s not my pursuer. Ingemar is Reba’s


    friend. He probably treated me well for the sake of Reba.”


    “Estelle,” Mr. Mysterious interrupted her.


    “What’s up, sir?”


    “A man won’t treat a woman well for no reason. When a man is attentive to a woman, it means that


    he wants to get something from her. Do you know what I mean?” Mr. Mysterious said.


    Estelle bit her lower lip and said nothing.


    Actually, she could feel that Ingemar had a crush on her.


    However, with her current rtionship status and her poor health, she couldn’t open her heart and


    start a new rtionship. Therefore, she had been keeping a distance from Ingemar when she was


    in the club.


    Thinking about Mr. Mysterious’ words, Estelle asked, “Sir, you also treat me well.”


    “Yes.”


    “So... What do you want to get from me? Do you treat me well because you want topensate for


    the loss of your beloved woman?” Estelle asked. Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    “Maybe,” Mr. Mysterious said as he walked past her and sat down on the sofa. Then he changed


    the topic. “Did you see your daughter?”


    “Yes,” Estelle nodded and said.


    “It’s not easy to get custody of your daughter. Cristofer values her very much, and he’s a hard nut to


    crack. It will take a lot of effort and a long time to get your daughter back,” Mr. Mysterious informed


    her.


    Estelle, who had been mentally prepared, nodded calmly.


    Then she asked, “Sir, I only need toe here at night, right? Can I manage my time as I want


    during the day?”


    “You want to find a job?” Mr. Mysterious asked.


    “Yes,” Estelle said. “To obtain the custody of my child, I must have a stable job to prove that I can


    support her.”


    In fact, Estelle had given full consideration to getting custody of her daughter.


    She had lung cancer. Although the diseased part of her lung had been surgically removed, it was


    hard to say whether she would rpse and how long she could live. And she was clear that she


    might die at any time.


    Logically speaking, she shouldn’t have fought for Yvonne’s custody.


    But after thinking it over, she still decided to do so.


    Her father had passed away, and she was Aurora’s only mental support. If she also died, it would be


    a devastating blow to Aurora. In this case, Yvonne would be the only constion for Aurora. Estelle


    thought getting Yvonne back to her was necessary to prevent Aurora from losing her will to live.


    Besides, Estelle was worried that Gretchen would hurt Yvonne. If Cristofer got custody of Yvonne,


    her daughter would have to live with Cristofer and Gretchen in the future.


    Gretchen wouldn’t be willing to be a stepmother and wouldn’t take good care of Yvonne. More


    importantly, her mother, Melody, used to be an obstetrician, and she had a lot of ways to hurt


    Yvonne without being found. Even the septicemia of Yohan was caused by Gretchen and Melody.


    As Yvonne’s mother, Estelle would never allow anyone to hurt her daughter, so she must fight for


    custody.


    Today in the Hans’ Residence, she saw that Cristofer loved Yvonne dearly. But his love did not


    guarantee Yvonne’s safety because he always believed in Gretchen’s lies.


    No matter what Gretchen said, he would believe her unconditionally. In the jewellery store, even


    though Reba said that she had seen Gretchen go to the hospital for an abortion, Cristofer still


    chose to believe Gretchen without hesitation.


    Thinking of this, Estelle felt helpless.


    “Estelle,” Mr. Mysterious suddenly called her name.


    Estelle wrenched her mind back to the present. “Sir, what’s up?”


    Mr. Mysterious still maintained the same posture as before. He sat on one side of the sofa and


    leaned against the backrest, hiding in the shadow.


    Estelle could only see his vague figure. Mr. Mysterious was tall and strong, and from the profile of


    his side face, she could see that he was handsome. But she still couldn’t see his face clearly.


    “Remember what I said. I will help you get your daughter back to you, but it takes time. Don’t act


    recklessly. If you irritate Cristofer, getting your daughter back will be more difficult, right?” Mr.


    Mysterious said.


    “Got it,” Estelle answered. She always listened to him.


    “Come and sit here,” Mr. Mysterious said and patted the position beside him.


    This sofa seemed to be specially customised and was muchrger than ordinary sofas. It was about


    two metres long and ced in the middle of the living room.


    Mr. Mysterious always sat on one end of the sofa while Estelle always stood at the other end of the


    sofa to keep a certain distance from him.


    Hearing his words, Estelle slowly sat down on the sofa, but she still kept an appropriate distance


    from him. Then she smelled the pleasant scent of his cologne.


    “Estelle, what kind of man do you like?” Mr. Mysterious suddenly asked.


    Hearing that, Estelle was stunned. After thinking for a while, she answered, “I like kind, faithful, and


    responsible men.”


    “Anything else?”


    “No,” Estelle shook her head and said. “Finding a man with all these three qualities is difficult.


    However, even such a man is better than most men in the world.”


    Mr. Mysterious chuckled and said, “Your standards of choosing a mate are really not high.”


    “When I was young, I had high standards. I wanted a handsome boyfriend, more than 1.85 metres


    tall, good at sports, and studying well. I thought that only such a man was good enough for me.


    Now, thinking about my past standards, I felt that I was too naive and self-righteous,” Estelle said


    and couldn’t help butugh at her ignorance.