Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1961

Lambert replied seriously, "Having to look at Mr. Raiden's gloomy mug every day, that's the real grind to me."

Her gaze lingered on Lambert's features, and suddenly, she was struck by a memory of Manley. No, Manley was leagues more endearing than him!

In the afternoon, Estelle messaged Josiah and Amiee, instructing them to lay low in Citadel. She had located the target and was planning the assassination. Once everything was in place, she would get them into Zion.

Goshawk pinged her, "Boss, Jonah stormed off. Is he mad? Hope he didn't give you any trouble.”

Blue Hawk chimed in with a tease, “Worried about her? What's with the excitement then?”

Goshawk deflected, “Why you gotta call me out like that?”

Blue Hawk shot back, “Just don't want you to pull the wool over our boss's eyes!”

Their chat went silent for a few moments before Goshawk messaged again, “Back to business! Boss, how's the target?”

Estelle texted back, “Tricky.”

She had yet to discover a way into the underground's twelfth level. Lambert had shared his analysis with her: Professor Bernard was almost certainly carrying a bomb implanted by Mr. Raiden.

His death could trigger an explosion that might collapse the entire twelfth level, possibly even activating microwave weaponry. Even if the tech wasn't fully developed, the prototypes developed now were formidable. Just as Jonathan had warned, activation could render Citadel a wasteland.

But Estelle considered the likelihood slim. Mr. Raiden had no reason to go down with Professor Bernard - nor would Triceratops allow it. Citadel was their stronghold, after all.

Still, before she made her move on Professor Bernard, she had to account for every contingency. Her mission wasn't just to eliminate him; she had to secure all his research.

Blue Hawk pondered another angle, “I've tried hacking Professor Bernard's computer, but the core data's not there. Where could he be hiding it?"

Something clicked, and Estelle stood, drawing back the curtains to see him across the way, barely a stone's throw from her own balcony.

Jonathan's handsome face lit up with a smile as he spoke, his voice a sultry lure, "Miss you too much. I'm coming over."

Estelle’s two arms were rested on the railing, "Found an excuse yet?"

Jonathan's brow furrowed slightly, a touch of displeasure in his tone, "Need a reason to see my own wife?"

Estelle's smile widened, "Yes, Mr. Alvis."

"It's your turn to come up with one," he uttered.