Female Novel
Chapter 1987
Ryder instructed with a stern voice, "I need you to go help Huff look into what went down on the 49th
floor. By the way, keep an eye on the people around you."novelbin
"Got it!" Winston replied with a firm nod, getting ready to make his exit.
He turned on his heels and headed towards the door, feeling a lump in his throat and his dress shirt
sticking to his back, damp with nervous sweat.
Once Winston left, Ryder sat back in his chair; the anger slowly faded from his face, replaced with a
hint of excitement glinting in his brooding eyes.
Could it be him?
He's actually in Zion!
With Stella being around, even blowing up the 49th floor wouldn’t make him leave!
How perfect!
The drama of sibling affection was always a crowd-pleaser!
Alvis was in on this too, and his aim can't just be the new energy project.
What then?
Did he want to join forces with that guy to take over Citadel?
A cold smile curled the corners of Ryder's lips. Let them all come; the more, the merrier!
After a refreshing shower, Estelle stepped out of the bathroom, only to find a tall silhouette lounging on
the balcony sofa, who was flipping through the book she had been reading over the past few days.
Pulling the curtains closed behind her, Estelle settled onto the carpet, and then she rested her head
against the man's leg, with a docile demeanor. Her freshly washed hair fanned across her soft,
innocent-looking cheeks.
Jonathan continued to read, seemingly oblivious to her approach.
Estelle propped her chin on his thigh and gazed up at him; her dark eyes were clear and bright.
Yet, he spared her not a single glance.
Estelle’s hand crept under his shirt, and her fingers traced the contours of his solid muscles as she
ventured upwards, while asking with a soft and suggestive voice, “Mr. Alvis, don’t you want to check for
yourself if I’ve been hurt?”
Jonathan caught her wandering hand, and finally looked down at her, “You weren’t supposed to handle
today's events, were you? And you can’t tell me about it, can you?”
If Nate hadn’t spotted something off in the surveillance and informed him, would he have been able to
save her in time?
The moment he saw her break through the glass of the 49th floor from the helicopter, he had felt his
heart skipping a beat.
He knew she must have performed stunts riskier than this and was prepared to escape, but he couldn’t
help it. When it came to her, all logic and sense of security evaporated.
She was his life, yet more precious than his own!
Estelle dropped her gaze, “You’re high-profile now. Any small disturbance around you would become a
big deal. I didn’t want to bother you with something I could handle.”
“Bother?” He looked down at her, his dark eyes turning icy.
“No!” Estelle quickly shook her head, and moved closer to him, “Jonathan, some habits aren’t easy to
break.”
Even her love for the cool air was something she couldn’t completely give up.
The soft, silky touch of her skin under his palm deepened his gaze, “Ella, we’re one and the same.”
She nodded with an earnest and sweet expression, like a student being admonished by a mentor,
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He smiled wryly, "You're just trying to sweet-talk me!"
Estelle met his gaze intently, "My back is a bit sore. Could you check it for me?"
The memory of her leaping through the window clenched his heart, and he leaned down to kiss the
tender spot,
"Does it hurt?"