Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 15

His voice was soft and lazy, with a touch of warmth. It felt like the sunshine on a spring afternoon, not too cold, not too intense, and just the right kind of comfortable.

Estelle turned around, looking at this unfamiliar man with confusion.

The man took two steps forward, gazing at Estelle with fox-like eyes that seemed to sparkle, “Even if you don’t give your heart to me, at least having a meal together is basic courtesy, right?”

After saying that, he stretched out his right hand, “Nice to meet you, I’m Manley!”

Estelle looked at his slender palm but didn’t shake it. She just turned around and continued walking.

Manley paused, caught up to her quickly, “Yo, didn’t you understand what I said?”

Estelle stopped, giving him an indifferent look, “I got it. I don’t need you to treat me to a meal. I could have dealt with that situation myself without your help just now. We’re just strangers who crossed paths. There’s no need to get acquainted. Let’s end it here. I have to go to class!”

With that, Estelle spun around and walked away without looking back.

Manley stood there, watching the girl’s retreating figure, stunned for a long time.

He was actually rejected by a girl?!

Even if she didn’t know him or his background with the Scott family, his mere appearance alone was usually enough to swoon any girl. Where did she get the nerve to reject him?

Manley snorted, and refused to believe that.

The next day on Tuesday afternoon. Estelle only had one class. As she was leaving the school gate, she saw a group of girls gathered together discussing something. She walked towards the bus stop and heard a girl next to her excitedly shout, “Is it really Manley?”

“Yes, I’ve seen him in a photo with Honey V. It must be him,” replied the other girl.

subconsciously glanced towards the crowd of people and paused in

gate was a parked Rolls-Royce Phantom convertible, with the back seat filled with vibrant red roses, drawing everyone’s attention. Even more attention was drawn to the man sitting in the car: white shirt, tailored vest, gold-rimmed glasses, and his exquisitely handsome facial features. He looked like a prince stepping out

famous in J City over the past two years. The Scott family was already a renowned wealthy family in J City, and Manley was the sole heir of the Scott family. However, his fame was not due to

spender, and yet possessing business acumen, these were the labels bestowed upon him

from the comic book stepped out of the car, his long legs striding forward. He held

chorus of screams erupted from the group of girls, and all eyes focused on Estelle,

a Bentley parked there. Millard looked outside

referred to in Millard’s words. He absentmindedly raised his head

to attend to Jonathan and Millard happened to be passing by the University of J City and decided to pick her up. The car was parked here, waiting for Norah to come out. They hadn’t

Estelle.

is Vicente Scott’s son. He grew up abroad and coincidentally returned when you went abroad. In recent years, he has joined the family’s Scott Group and made quite a name for himself. By the way, Manley is the one competing with us for

without emotion, his eyes following

strange for Manley to know she was a student at the University of J City, but the fact that he had come prepared and was

believe that a person like him would

her clear eyes showing no delight nor deliberate indifference, but

stopped in front of her, the surrounding sounds consisting of gasps

the depths filled with rippling emotion as he stared intently at Estelle, speaking in a low voice, “You may not believe it, but I truly fell for you at first sight. You didn’t want me to treat you to

of girls whisper, “My heart skips a beat, someone call

at the rose Manley held up to her face, and

meal. It doesn’t represent anything specific. Think of

of screams emerged from

like a scene from a television drama. The girls

photos, Estelle felt agitated, maintaining a stoic face but a more determined attitude, “I’m really

walk away, Manley stepped in front of her, his eyes cool and a hook-like smile on his lips, lowering his voice, “Don’t be like that.

charade, Estelle rejected

instinctively reached out to