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Chapter 119
Estelle’s bruised shoulder seemed pretty bad, so he furrowed his brows, feeling a bit unhappy.
After applying some medicine, Jonathan put away the medical kit and kissed Estelle on the cheek. “Go
to sleep.”
Estelle looked up in surprise and instinctively grabbed his waist towel. “Are you leaving?”
Jonathan stared down at her, his eyes full of meaning.
Estelle’s cheeks flushed, her gaze flickering. “Um, I think I drank too much coffee. Not really feeling
sleepy.”
Jonathan bent down and looked at her closely, whispering, “Want to have some fun? How about
tomorrow? You’re injured, shouldn’t move too much. Get some rest.”
Estelle looked up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, appearing quite obedient. She gently
shook her head with a hint of playfulness. “Nope.”
Jonathan let out a heavy breath, pinching her chin and giving her a deep kiss.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEstelle kissed back and, with his neck still hooked, they both fell onto the bed.
Jonathan, careful not to hurt her injured shoulder, quickly rolled over and lifted Estelle up.
Estelle knelt on the bed, looking at the man beneath her. In the dim light, their eyes met, and both of
their hearts skipped a beat.
After a moment of silence, Estelle leaned in, moving closer until their lips touched. Both of them slowly
closed their eyes.
Three days later, Lucille and a few friends went out for afternoon tea. When she walked out, it wasn’t
her car waiting for her.
She was about to call her driver when the person in the car got out and said in a deep voice, “Ms.
Hammer, Mr. Lamont wants to see you.”
Recognizing Morgan, Jonathan’s subordinate, Lucille asked with evasive eyes, “What does Jonathan
want?”
“You’ll find out when you get there!”
Lucille felt guilty, but she couldn’t resist her curiosity and want to know whether Jonathan had found out
about her sending someone to kidnap Estelle. Even if Jonathan did know, what could he possibly do to
her?.
Could he really kill her because of a kept mistress like Estelle?
This thought made Lucille fearless, and she got into the car with her head held high.
Ten minutes later, Lucille realized they weren’t going to the Lamont family’s place. She frowned, asking,
“Where’s Jonathan?”
Morgan remained emotionless, repeating his words. “You’ll know when you get there.”
Lucille scoffed and confidently sat in the car, acting nonchalant.
They left the city center, heading east into an industrial park. The car stopped outside a factory, and
Morgan told Lucille, “Ms. Hammer, you can get out now.”
Lucille stepped out, glancing around. “Where are we?”
“Please follow me!”
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They entered the factory and went down a dimly lit staircase. Suddenly a door opened, and Lucille
found herself in a secret room.
The inside appeared to be temporarily set up for resting, with a bedroom and office area furnished with
tables, chairs, and a sofa.
Jonathan sat on the sofa, holding a stack of files with his usual cold and unemotional expression.
“Mr. Lamont, Ms. Hammer’s here!” Morgan announced.
Lucille strode forward in her high heels, smiling tenderly. “Jonathan, you wanted to see me?”
Without lifting his eyes, Jonathan continued flipping through the files. “Yeah, I want you to identify some
people.*
Before Lucille could react, Morgan opened the door on the right and brought out several people from
the room
A few burly men were now hunched over, their heads down, faces covered in bruises, making it hard to
tell their identities. They walked to a corner and obediently squatted down
Lucille’s heart clenched, gripping her purse tightly.
Jonathan looked up. “Take a look, Can you recognize anyone?”
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