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.

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

individual, being small and slender, didn’t exhibit clear signs of gender. Their eyes, equally

and she looked down to see Max. She closed

seemed to know she was leaving,

Max and played with him on the balcony sofa as usual. Suddenly, she

man in a gray cloth gown was polishing a piece

I’m moving

know.”

you moving? Did

but roll her eyes.

are you moving

another house that the Lamont family youngster owns.”

a while and then hung up

frowned and muttered under her breath, “He’s still as bad-tempered as ever; no

in her

a serene expression on her face as she gently stroked the

mountain landscape