Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2886

Sylvia glanced at his tense profile, the corners of her eyes lifting in a subtle, knowing smile as she stepped out of the car alongside him.

They went upstairs together and stopped outside the private suite where they were supposed to meet Jim. Sylvia knocked, then pushed the door open and walked in.

The room was dimly lit, with five or six people seated inside. Sylvia immediately spotted Gladys sitting at the far end.

Gladys was accompanied by Jim, the same “Mr. Matz” and “Mr. Blanco” who had insulted Milanda earlier that day, along with three other men. They sat on the sofas in a semicircle, their posture openly hostile, eyes fixed on Sylvia and her companion as though preparing for a showdown.

Seeing Sylvia arrive with a man, Gladys looked even more emboldened. She shot a glance to one of her men, who immediately stood up and blocked the door.

The message was clear: they intended to make sure Sylvia wasn’t leaving so easily.

Gladys sneered, “Sylvia, I can’t believe you actually showed up. Are you clueless, or just plain stupid?”

Sylvia replied coolly, “You’re doing all this over Grandma Winters’ will, but I’ve already given up my claim.”

Gladys fired back, her voice sharp with anger, “Sure, you gave it up, but it all ended up with my cousin. Don’t tell me you two didn’t plan this together!”

Otherwise, her family would have gotten at least half.

Sylvia answered, “It was her estate. Grandma Winters had every right to give it to whoever she wanted. If you’d shown her even a little respect, maybe you wouldn’t have ended up with nothing.”

Gladys scoffed, “Oh, so just because a few men pay you attention, you think you’re someone special now? And you think you can lecture me about my own family? You really don’t know your place.”

She picked up a glass of wine and strode over. “I’m not just here to teach you a lesson for my grandmother’s dowry. This is for Evelyn, too. How dare someone like you try to compete with the real Ms. Quintin!”

With that, Gladys raised her glass, aiming to throw the drink in Sylvia’s face.

But just as her hand moved, Sylvia caught her wrist in a firm grip. Under Gladys’s shocked gaze, Sylvia raised Gladys’s arm above her own head—and slowly tipped the glass downward.

Gladys, startled by Sylvia’s strength, tried to push her away with her other hand. Sylvia caught her by the shoulder, and with a quick, practiced twist, dislocated it.

Gladys screamed in pain as the cold wine poured over her head and down her face.

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