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Lambert was momentarily taken aback.

Estelle had already turned and ascended the staircase.

With a sip of his drink, Lambert felt a tinge of gloom. Was there really anyone in the world

superior to him? He

scoffed at the thought, convinced that Estelle too had become lovestruck.

Only those blinded by love would fail to distinguish fact from fiction!

He even felt a bold urge to have Estelle invite her boyfriend over for a showdown.

The next day, bright and early, Winston came to Lambert, saying that Raiden had returned

and requested a

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meeting.

This time, Lambert didn’t make any excuses and took Estelle along with him.

Estelle waited at the same café as before, watching Lambert follow Winston through the

white doors.. She was

curious, really curious to see who this enigmatic Raiden was.

Was she being kept away from Lambert’s side because these secret dealings were no

place for a woman, or was it because they were wary of her? Narrowing her eyes, Estelle

observed the office building across the street, sensing that something was amiss. At the

penthouse suite, Lambert met Raiden. Just like the rumors, Raiden wore a silver mask

concealing his eyes and nose, a long scar trailing down his

face, crossing his mouth, adding a fierce countenance to his appearance.

The scar was a testament to a past filled with danger.

Raiden’s imposing stature dominated the chair he sat in, his presence casting a silence

over the room.

Lambert sat opposite him, exuding an equal air of confidence, with a touch of frostiness,

“To finally meet the

legendary Mr. Raiden, what an extraordinary honor!”

Behind the mask, Raiden’s eyes were indifferent as he spoke in a deep voice, “I can agree

to Mr. Brennan’s

profit-sharing terms, but I want to add a condition.”

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Lambert replied calmly, “Let’s hear it.”

Lambert’s eyes darkened, “Rella? You know her?”

But Lambert shook his head, “No, I need to know what you plan to do with her. Who is

she?”

After a moment’s thought, Lambert still refused, “Sorry, she’s under my protection now. I

have to ensure her

safety, and I can’t just hand her over to you.”

Lambert scoffed, “Are you telling me you lack subjects for your experiments? Why does it

have to be her?”

“She possesses a resilience that ordinary people don’t have. That’s why we chose her,”

Raiden explained.

Raiden’s voice grew slightly hoarse, “No, it must be her!”