Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 46

After dinner, when Estelle went upstairs to pack her things, Wilma made a cake, ice cream, and chocolate pudding, placing them all on the table. “Ma’am, if you crave these treats again, just come back, Il make thern for you

Estelle wasn’t typically emotional, but when she saw the affectionate and hesitant gaze in Wilma’s eyes, she felt a momentary touch of emotion. She decided to approach and give Wilma a warm hug, saying, “Perhaps I’ll return someday.”

Wilma choked up a little and said slowly, “Wagner and I will be waiting for your return.”

Estelle nodded, “Today I’ll pack my clothes, and tomorrow I’ll come back to pick them up. In the future, please take care of Max for me, you and Mr. Wagner!”

“No problem!” Wilma patted her shoulder lightly, “Take good care of yourself too.”

“Umm!”

The following day, with no afternoon classes scheduled, Estelle returned to the villa to collect her belongings and prepare to move to the Royal Mansion.

Her clothes and books were already packed, but there was still one book left in the deepest drawer of her desk. She took it out and opened to the page with the photograph.

The photograph captured a primitive jungle as the backdrop, while nine individuals donned mercenary uniforms, complete with helmets and faces adorned with camouflage paint. Only their piercing, wolf-like eyes remained visible amid the rugged terrain.

had a defiant and unruly gaze, with an unbridled fierceness all around him. He had his hand on the shoulder of a shorter person next to him, in a protective

clear signs of gender. Their eyes, equally bloodthirsty and cold, added to

down to see Max. She closed the book and put it back into the deepest

know she was leaving, so he was sticking close to

on the balcony sofa as usual. Suddenly, she remembered something and

a gray cloth gown was polishing a piece of wood. Seeing her, he asked with

head, “No, I’m moving out, just wanted to

know.”

became alert, his interest piqued. “Are you moving? Did

help but roll

where are you

the Lamont family youngster owns.” Estelle

at her for a while and

her breath, “He’s still as bad-tempered as ever;

whimpered in her

face as she gently stroked the soft fur

mountain landscape