Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1910

Lambert raised his arm, glancing at Estelle.

Through the sheer veil, Estelle reached up to link her arm with his, and together they walked toward the room.

Upon entering, Lambert spotted the man seated behind the massive desk and chuckled softly, "Where is Raiden?"

The man behind the desk stood up. He had the look of a local from Tripe, with slightly curly hair and dressed in a sleek black suit. He began, "I apologize, Mr. Raiden received an urgent message this morning and had to leave Zion about an hour ago. He left me in charge to host Mr. Brennan and continue discussing our collaboration. Let me introduce myself, I am Mr. Raiden's assistant, my name is Winston."

Estelle felt a twinge of disappointment. She had hoped to meet Raiden and perhaps recognize him by voice or stature, but it seemed Raiden was not one to make public appearances lightly.

Lambert smiled, "No problem, as long as Mr. Winston has the authority to speak."

Winston turned to Estelle, "And who might this lady be?"

"This is my date, Rella. She's with me," Lambert replied.

Winston nodded politely at Estelle, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance, "Mr. Brennan, our negotiations are not suited to a lady's ears. Perhaps your girlfriend could enjoy some of the many amenities Zion has to offer for the ladies."

Lambert pondered for a moment, then turned to Estelle with a soft voice, "There's a coffee shop next door. Why don't you wait for me there? I won't be long."

Estelle nodded, "Alright!"

If Lambert was asking her to leave, he must feel there was no danger.

The butler, Huff, promptly said, "Please follow me, miss."

Estelle followed Huff out. The white door closed automatically behind her.

The coffee shop was just across the way. It was quiet, with only a few patrons chatting. Estelle found a secluded spot and ordered a coffee. She pulled out her phone and opened WhatsApp, bombarded with new messages.

Magdalen had sent a bunch of honeymoon photos.

Estelle hung up, knowing Evelyn was determined. She wished her luck.

After a while, Lambert entered the coffee shop. He walked straight to Estelle's table and took a seat across from her. He ordered a latte and apologized, "Sorry to keep you waiting!"

"How did the talk go?" Estelle inquired.

Lambert shook his head, "Not great. The profits didn't meet my expectations. They want to leverage the Brennan family's reputation and wealth for their publicity but aren't willing to share the benefits. Nobody's a fool."

"So if the deal's not made, we're leaving?" Estelle raised an eyebrow.

"No, I'll wait for Raiden," Lambert said, gazing out the window. "This project is crucial to me. I need to speak with Raiden in person."

He had known it wouldn't be easy.

The server brought over the coffee and also served Estelle some pastries.