Female Novel
Chapter 1966
Estelle latched onto Jonathan's arm, rising on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips, her voice husky
with curiosity, "Zion's security is tight. When Amiee hacked the surveillance, she could only stay
undetected for a short while. Can she and Nate really keep it under wraps indefinitely?"
Jonathan returned her kiss with fiery passion, "The day I arrived, things took a turn."
"What kind of turn?" Estelle inquired, her interest piqued.novelbin
"I won't tell you just yet—it's your punishment for not following orders!" Jonathan playfully nipped at her
lip.
The girl Estelle had earlier put in her place chased after them, catching sight of Estelle in the strong,
handsome man's embrace, their silhouettes dancing intimately in the dimly lit space.
"Bitch!" The girl spat the word out with venom before turning on her heel and storming off.
When Lambert arrived, Estelle had just stepped out of the dance floor, her face half-hidden behind a
mask. Yet, Lambert recognized her instantly, seizing her hand, "Where've you been? I've been looking
everywhere for you!"
Estelle wriggled free from his grasp, "What's up?"
"Nothing!" Lambert, slightly buzzed from the drinks, his brown eyes darker than usual, fixated on her
lips, "Did you put on lipstick?"
Her lips looked stunning!
A blush crept over Estelle's ears as she turned her head away, feigning nonchalance, "Have you seen
Evelyn around?"
She was supposed to meet Sylvia and Evelyn, but with the crowd so dense and the lighting so dim,
finding them was no easy feat.
"Didn't catch her," Lambert said, his gaze never leaving Estelle, scanning over her maid outfit, "Why did
you switch to this get-up?"
"Do you not like it?" Estelle asked.
"It's gorgeous, absolutely stunning!" Lambert's eyes were intense.
"Then I'll go change!"
Lambert was speechless.
Estelle called over her shoulder, "Don't follow me!"
As Lambert watched her disappear into the throng, he arched an eyebrow in resigned amusement.
Estelle made her way back to the maid's changing room on the first floor. No sooner had she undone
two buttons of her dress than she felt a looming presence behind her.
Swiveling around, Estelle found herself surrounded by a group of maids, all with malicious intent in their
eyes.
The girl from the bar who had a beef with Estelle pointed her out to a towering maid in the center, "Ena,
that's her. She's out of line, seducing the men in the bar!"
Ena, the apparent leader of the maids, took a step forward, greedily eyeing Estelle, "Take off that
mask!"
Estelle regarded her coolly, "Why don't you come and help me with that?"
Ena's eyes lit up, and she took two steps closer, reaching out to touch Estelle's face.
"Pow!"
Estelle's fist connected with Ena's cheek, sending the hefty woman flying into a group of maids, all of
them collapsing to the ground amid a chorus of shrieks and shouts.
"Grab her!" Ena, touching her face and seeing the blood on her hands, let out a furious yell.
A dozen maids charged at once.
The first among them, Ena, had taken the brunt of the beating and now stared blankly at Estelle.
The women nodded frantically.
Estelle continued, "Who's in charge of the building next door?"
Five maids raised their hands in a panic, Ena spoke up, "There's also Myra, she's responsible for the
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"Where's Myra?" Estelle pressed.
"Mr. Zack called for her!" Ena quickly responded.
Some men were generous or good-looking, becoming the object of the maids' competition.
But Zion's men were limited in number, so their rivalry was fierce.