Female Novel
Chapter 1911
Estelle savored her chocolate cake, "Have you asked about it? When is Raiden coming back?"
Lambert eyed her, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Fond of chocolate, are you?"
Estelle raised an eyebrow nonchalantly. "All girls love chocolate."
A charming smile spread across Lambert's face. "I thought you were different!"
She repeated her question, ignoring his banter. "When is Raiden coming back?"
Leaning in closer, Lambert's gaze locked onto Estelle's, his voice a hushed whisper. "I have a hunch
Raiden’s been hiding out in Zion."novelbin
"Hmm?" Estelle looked up, surprised.
Their eyes met, and Lambert's had a mischievous sparkle. "Winston's been speaking for him, but for a
deal this big, he can't call the shots alone. I suspect Raiden never left Zion; he just doesn't want to
show his face."
It was a move typical of the enigmatic Raiden.
"So, what's your plan?" Estelle inquired.
"To flush him out," Lambert said with a cold laugh. "We won't agree to a deal without some real skin in
the game."
Estelle nodded in approval. "Good luck with that!"
Lifting his coffee mug, Lambert toasted her. "Cheers!"
That night, in the wee hours, Estelle retraced her steps from the previous day, repeating her actions.
As she put on her maid outfit and pushed the cart to the seventh floor, Lambert suddenly called.
"Where have you run off to? You're not in the bar, not at the villa!"
Estelle hung up without a word.
She pushed the cart inside and knocked on room 702.
The door swung open to reveal a portly man with piercing eyes. "Come in."
Estelle entered with the cart. As she passed the foyer, she glanced at the man's name tag on his work
shirt and spoke softly, "Sir, here's your spaghetti. I'll set it down in the dining area for you!"
The man followed, eyeing Estelle. "Why the mask? Take it off, let me see your face."
Estelle met his gaze, her voice apologetic. "I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wouldn't want to infect you."
He leaned in, his demeanor assertive. "You are delivering food with a cold? No excuses, take off the
mask. I want to see the face that matches those beautiful eyes."
Reaching for Estelle's mask, he felt a prick as his fingers touched her hair. He frowned. "What's this?"
Calmly, Estelle replied, "A hairpin."
He examined his hand; no visible marks, just his fingers blurring from five to seven, then eight. His
eyes shut, and he toppled backward.
Estelle caught his shirt and tossed him onto the bed. Then, rifling through his daytime clothes, she
found a black card.
She pulled out a slim black device from her pocket, inserted the card, and soon the machine spat out
two identical black magnetic cards.
Estelle replaced the man's card, glanced back at the slumbering figure on the bed, and left the room.
On her way out, she hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door.
Estelle, with the cart in tow, entered the elevator and swiped the magnetic card. The elevator began its
descent.
She looked up at the security camera in the elevator and quickly sent a command to Amiee on her
phone.
Three seconds later, Amiee's response indicated she was on it.
The elevator continued downward, finally stopping at eleventh floor underground.