Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1801

Magdalen cast an indifferent and disdainful glance at him before striding down the stairs, her silhouette exuding an icy pride.

This time, Kevin didn't follow after her. He stood there, wallowing in his own shame, wondering whether, if Morrison had been there, he would have retreated or charged forward.

And the answer was clear: Morrison would have dashed forward!

He had indeed lost, but not to Morrison, he had lost to himself. It turned out he wasn't as passionately brave as he had thought. He simply wasn't worthy of a clear-eyed woman like Magdalen!

Three hours later.

In B City, at the Crawley Group Headquarters

Antonia had been on edge ever since she received Kevin's call, fearing that in an attempt to impress Magdalen, he would reveal that she was behind their troubles.

Magdalen had struck her once before, and Antonia was terrified of the possibility that she might recklessly come to B City in pursuit.

She had dashed from her home to the company, taking refuge in her office and even hiring a pair of bodyguards to stand guard outside her door.

Comforted by the layers of security in her family's company - a 55-story skyscraper with stringent security at the base, restricted elevator access, and now bodyguards - Antonia finally felt secure.

Not even Jonathan Lamont could extract her from this fortress!

Outside the office

The two bodyguards couldn't understand why Miss Crawley wanted them to guard the door. After a stint of uneventful vigilance, one suddenly muttered, "What's that noise?"

The other, momentarily confused, looked up, "Sounds like it's coming from the rooftop!"

Before they could react, a piercing scream came from the office.

Their faces drained of color, the bodyguards whirled around and pushed the door open.

Estelle's eyes were as cold as ice as she approached, grabbed Antonia by the collar, and delivered a punishing punch.

"Dare to lay a finger on Magdalen, and I'll take your life!"

Antonia's cheekbone throbbed with pain as if shattered by Estelle's fist. Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, but her expression grew even more deranged, "Then kill me! This is B City, not J City. Lay a hand on me, and you won't get out alive!”

She dissolved into a peal of frenzied laughter, “The bomb is only a start. Until I die, I won’t let Magdalen and Morrison have peace!”

“You won’t have the chance!” Eyes mercilessly cold, Estelle dragged her towards the edge of the rooftop.

Antonia struggled desperately, “Estelle, let go of me. I don’t believe you have the guts to kill me. Here is B City. You dare commit murder, and my dad will make your whole family pay!"

The B City weather was colder than that of J City, the wind howling, biting to the bone.

Estelle gripped Antonia, stepping onto the edge of the rooftop's railing. She wrapped Antonia's coat around her and then dangled her over the side.