Find Me In Your Labyrinth

Chapter 146

After they left, Chris stood on the ladder and laughed heartily, “Rumors are everywhere, don’t take them to heart.”

Estelle continued to mix colors, a light smile playing on her lips as she replied, “I won’t.”

In the afternoon, as everyone else had already left the company, the two of them finally finished tidying up and departed together. Chris carried some stuff and laughed, “I’ll treat you to dinner tonight, what do you want to eat?”

Estelle shook her head, “No need, you should go home and rest early.”

“There’s still time, let’s discuss tomorrow’s progress plan while having dinner.”

Estelle just received a message from Emily, saying that her shift colleague had something to do and couldn’t make it, so she had to leave later. She closed her phone and raised her hand with a smile, “Okay, anything is fine.”

Chris thought for a moment, “Then let’s eat French cuisine. There’s a nice restaurant nearby.” “Alright,” Estelle nodded.

a motorcycle, a beautiful Ducati road trip

family was quite well–off, and he was also the lead singer of a music team in school. Being able to sing, dance, and paint, along with his handsome looks, he was the dream guy for

this moment, Chris naturally handed his backpack to Estelle, looking dashing and grinned, “Ever been on a motorcycle before? If you’re scared, just hold onto my

ambiguity

and efficiently mounted the motorcycle, declaring, “Let’s

road, speeding through the fast–moving cars, leaving a trail of dust behind.

the evening, Millard drove Henson and Jonathan back from the racetrack. In the afternoon, there was an outdoor shooting competition, Jonathan took Henson to watch. They had dinner and

this time, so they were moving slowly. Bored, Henson was looking out the window when his eyes suddenly widened, shocked, “Isn’t that Ms.

at some documents, immediately

and Estelle and a guy were walking out side by side. She was wearing a duckbill cap, a hooded tracksuit, her legs long, and her demeanor naturally refreshing. The guy beside her was also wearing a white branded tracksuit, tall and handsome,

Estelle naturally took his backpack and got on his motorcycle.

Henson kept looking in Estelle’s direction until he suddenly realized, “I remember now, Ms. Macclain and that guy

greet her, but saw the motorcycle quickly speed past them,

Jonathan through the rear–view mirror, his face expressionless, seeing Jonathan’s