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Lambert’s face shifted swiftly, his eyes betraying a flicker of alarm. “You know about it?”

“Every detail!” came the retort.

Indeed, Lambert had probed into Stella’s death, but her demise had been shrouded in

secrecy within their inner

circle, and he wasn’t exactly a regular in the mercenary haunts.

After Stella passed away, it was as though she had been erased from existence, leaving no

trace behind.

Despite his efforts, Lambert had come up empty-handed.

Years had passed, yet the mystery around her death remained an unresolved knot in his

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heart.

It seemed Raiden not only understood the events of the past but had also managed to dig

up a thorough dossier

on him.

Lambert squinted at Raiden, suddenly realizing that this man was indeed formidable.

When Lambert returned to the villa, Estelle was still awake.

She had just finished a video call with Jonathan and was about to go downstairs for a glass

of water when she saw Lambert enter. She was surprised at his early return. Lambert

smiled at her, “What, you knew I was coming back and decided to wait for me?” “I was

thirsty!” Estelle uttered simply, heading to the kitchen. She grabbed a bottle of ice-cold

water and offered it to Lambert, “Want some?” Lambert shook his head, “I’m good, I have

stomach-ache.”

“Then get some sleep early!” Estelle replied, taking her water upstairs.

“Hey!” Lambert called after her with a helpless chuckle, “I say I’m not feeling well, and

you don’t even care?”

Estelle glanced back at him, “I’m responsible for your personal safety. A stomach-ache

won’t kill you; it’s not

within my job description!”

Lambert was speechless.

As Estelle’s figure disappeared around the corner of the staircase, he quirked an eyebrow.

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Such a heartless yet

fascinating bodyguard; he had to admit, he was rather fond of her.

He had noticed her sweet tooth.

Lambert looked up with a handsome smile, “that’s a good girl!”

After breakfast, they both headed out. Today, it wasn’t Huff who picked them up but

Winston.

Once seated, Estelle whispered, “Is Huff really the right hand man?”

Lambert replied, “Huff parachuted into Zion a week ago, previously he was with

Triceratops.”

With the driver present, they cut their conversation short.

She had timed his meetings; they usually wrapped up within an hour.

“Go on,” Estelle said.