Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2877

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Under the man's suffocating presence, the guy in the black T-shirt handed over his phone with trembling hands.

When Gabriel took the phone, his finger slid swiftly across the screen, and the phone immediately unlocked.

The man in black was completely dumbfounded. His phone contained a lot of secrets, and he always used his ring finger to unlock it. He hadn’t unlocked it in front of Gabriel, yet somehow Gabriel knew exactly which finger to use.

And his movements were so fast and precise—far beyond what any ordinary person could do.

Gabriel opened the phone and quickly found the photos the man had taken of him and Sylvia together in the gallery.

His eyes turned icy. “Who told you to take these?”

The man in black stared silently at him.

Selling out a client would destroy his entire career. He’d signed a confidentiality agreement—he had professional ethics!

Gabriel didn’t waste words. He grabbed the man by the shoulder, lifted him clean off the ground, and dragged him toward the glass railing. Then, with a single motion, he hoisted him over the railing, letting his hand drop lower. “I’ll count to three.”

From eight or nine stories up, the man in black dangled over empty space. He wanted to struggle but didn’t dare—his face had gone ghostly white. People nearby were starting to look over, but he was too terrified to cry out, afraid of provoking Gabriel further.

He looked up nervously. “Murder is a crime—”

“One,” Gabriel interrupted coldly.

His expression gave nothing away, but his steely eyes glinted with danger. His low, measured voice carried a chilling threat—no one could doubt he’d drop the man if pushed.

The man in black panicked. “Okay, okay, I’ll talk! The person who contacted me was from the Winters family, but I swear I don’t know exactly who. They were very careful—never showed their face!”

Gabriel’s dark eyes narrowed. He hauled the man back over the railing and threw him to the ground. “This is your only warning. If you follow her again, no amount of money will save you.”

The man in black nodded frantically, scrambled up, and ran off—he didn’t even bother to retrieve his phone.

Gabriel closed his hand around the phone, crushing it until it cracked and bent. With a casual flick, he tossed it in a perfect arc into a distant trash can.

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A moment later, Sylvia came out carrying a shopping bag. “Alright, let’s go!”

He pushed the box back toward her. “Keep them safe for me.”

Sylvia’s eyes sparkled with a quiet smile as she tucked the box back into her bag.

Just then, as the waiter brought their food, Sylvia’s phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, and her expression shifted slightly.

“You go ahead and eat. I need to take this call,” Sylvia said, getting up.

“Take it here,” Gabriel said quietly.

Sylvia bit her lip, sat back down, and answered the call. “Mr. Winters.”

Eugene’s cheerful voice came through. “I just got back from a business trip—just landed. Have you had lunch yet? Let me treat you.”

“I’m eating right now,” Sylvia replied.

Eugene’s voice was warm and gentle. “Alright, then. I’ll call you after you finish.”

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