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Chapter 146

After they left, Chris stood on the ladder and laughed heartily, “Rumors are everywhere, don’t take

them to heart.”

Estelle continued to mix colors, a light smile playing on her lips as she replied, “I won’t.”

In the afternoon, as everyone else had already left the company, the two of them finally finished tidying

up and departed together. Chris carried some stuff and laughed, “I’ll treat you to dinner tonight, what do

you want to eat?”

Estelle shook her head, “No need, you should go home and rest early.”

“There’s still time, let’s discuss tomorrow’s progress plan while having dinner.”

Estelle just received a message from Emily, saying that her shift colleague had something to do and

couldn’t make it, so she had to leave later. She closed her phone and raised her hand with a smile,

“Okay, anything is fine.”

Chris thought for a moment, “Then let’s eat French cuisine. There’s a nice restaurant nearby.” “Alright,”

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Estelle nodded.

Chris came on a motorcycle, a beautiful Ducati road trip bike.

Estelle knew that his family was quite well–off, and he was also the lead singer of a music team in

school. Being able to sing, dance, and paint, along with his handsome looks, he was the dream guy for

many girls in school.

At this moment, Chris naturally handed his backpack to Estelle, looking dashing and grinned, “Ever

been on a motorcycle before? If you’re scared, just hold onto my waist.”

There was no room for ambiguity or uncertainty in his tone.

Estelle, being straightforward, swiftly grabbed the backpack and efficiently mounted the motorcycle,

declaring, “Let’s go!”

The motorcycle quickly got onto the main road, speeding through the fast–moving cars, leaving a trail

of dust behind.

At nine in the evening, Millard drove Henson and Jonathan back from the racetrack. In the afternoon,

there was an outdoor shooting competition, Jonathan took Henson to watch. They had dinner and

came back late.

The roads were busy at this time, so they were moving slowly. Bored, Henson was looking out the

window when his eyes suddenly widened, shocked, “Isn’t that Ms. Macclain?”

Jonathan, who was looking at some documents, immediately turned to look.

On the side of the road was a restaurant, and Estelle and a guy were walking out side by side. She was

wearing a duckbill cap, a hooded tracksuit, her legs long, and her demeanor naturally refreshing. The

guy beside her was also wearing a white branded tracksuit, tall and handsome, and the youthful vibe

hit them as they walked together.

The two of them happily chatted, afterwards Estelle naturally took his backpack and got on his

motorcycle.

Millard drove along with the slow traffic, Henson kept looking in Estelle’s direction until he suddenly

realized, “I remember now, Ms. Macclain and that guy we met at the racetrack, they must really be

dating!”

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The motorcycle passed in front of their car, Henson was about to greet her, but saw the motorcycle

quickly speed past them, weaving through the traffic, and soon disappeared from sight.

Millard glanced at Jonathan through the rear–view mirror, his face expressionless, seeing Jonathan’s

face tense and cold.

Emily came back late that night. After having late–night snacks and chatting for a while, it was almost

midnight when Estelle went to her bedroom to sleep.

Suddenly, her phone on the bed lit up. It was a call from Jonathan. Surprised, Estelle picked it up. It

seemed to be the first time Jonathan had called her, and it was already so late, what could he want?

The phone rang four or five times before suddenly hanging up. Startled, Estelle hadn’t had time to react

before the phone rang again.

She stepped out onto the balcony and swiped to answer the call, saying, “Hello?”

However, there was complete silence on the other end.

Estelle raised an eyebrow, wondering if she had dialed the wrong number.

“Hello?”

Three seconds later, the low male voice finally responded, “Are you asleep?”

Estelle replied lightly, “No, is something wrong?”

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