Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367 

Goshawk suddenly popped up, “Wow, wow, wow, boss, you’re online! Is it about the previous task?” 

Estelle, “Yeah, time to wrap it up!” 

Goshawk, “I want to join too, I’m in J City, can I help?” 

After he finished, there was silence from the other two for a whole five minutes. Had it not been for their profile pictures still lit up, he would’ve thought they went offline. 

After a while, Estelle said, “No need, Blue Hawk alone is enough!” 

Goshawk was kind of disappointed, “You two wouldn’t go to meet without me, would you?” 

Estelle said to Blue Hawk, “Let’s have a private chat.” 

“Alright!” Blue Hawk said coldly. 

Soon Goshawk’s phone had a notification that he had been kicked out of the group chat and was not allowed to log in for one day! 

Around 10 pm was the busiest time of the day at the Midnight Bar. The corridor was bustling with people, uniformed waiters shuttling back and forth, and drunken guests leaning against the walls to 

rest. 

A bottle of wine was ordered for room 6616. Estelle picked it up, knocked on the door and entered. 

The man in the private room was still Mr. Greco: a slightly overweight man with black-framed glasses, his eyes hiding behind them, gloomy and deep. 

Usually, he would invite two female hosts to accompany him. One named Karla was resting today, so there was only Darcey accompanying him. 

Darcey was wearing a sailor suit, with two high pigtails, heavy makeup on her face, and speaking in a sweet, cute voice. 

The two drank together and sat intimately on the sofa, Mr. Greco holding Darcey’s hand. He whispered something, and Darcey let out a giggle. 

The huge screen was playing some old songs, with flickering lights in the dim private room. 

As Estelle was pouring the wine, the glass suddenly tilted and spilled wine on the carpet and some splashing on Darcey’s newly bought phone. 

Darcey looked up, frowned at Estelle, and said, “Be careful, this is my new phone.” 

Estelle immediately apologized. 

She picked up Darcey’s phone, carefully wiped it with tissue paper, and placed it gently on the coffee table before leaving. 

About ten minutes later, Darcey’s phone rang. She saw it was a call from her family, so she excused herself from the man and went out to answer the call. 

She took the phone out of the room and walked toward the restroom. When she reached a quiet 

spot, she answered the phone, but there was no one talking on the other end. 

She called out a few times, thinking her family had misdialed, frowned, and put away her phone to return to the private room. 

Suddenly a drunken man barged in, staggered inside. 

Darcey immediately said, “I’m sorry, sir, this is the women’s restroom, you’re in the wrong place!” The drunk man, with a scruffy beard and tall build, looked puzzled, “Huh, what did you say?” Darcey smiled, “You went to the wrong place, this is the women’s restroom, the men’s is next door.” “Pretty lady, can you show me the way? The man had a silly smile, his eyes dazed and reeking of alcohol.