Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan)
Chapter 1042

Chapter 1042

"Bounce? The fun's just getting started, don't you wanna stick around and see?" Gwen sat quietly on the couch, a grin playing on her lips.

"Hell yeah, I wanna see!" Clarice replied excitedly, pouring Gwen a drink, "We should've installed a camera in the room, so we could watch the live show whenever we wanted." Gwen chuckled, "It's all the same if you listen in!"

Just as her words fell, the door was kicked open. A tall man stormed in, followed by Millard Brooks and his crew.

Gwen's smile froze, she stood up in surprise, "Mr. Lamont!"

Jonathan's eyes scanned the room, he asked coldly, "Where's Estelle?"

Gwen played dumb, "Estelle? She ain't here."

Jonathan headed towards the door to the back room.

Gwen tried to stop him, but Millard blocked her way.

"Stay put, Gwen," Millard said coldly.

Jonathan forced the door open. And the sight inside turned his face stone cold.

In the dimly lit room, Craig'lay bleeding from a blow to the head, thrown to the side. Mr. Kress was dragging Estelle toward the bed by her shirt, her top ripped open revealing her bare shoulder and bra strap. She held a small gun, préssed against Mr. Kress's chest.

The door swung open, Estelle and Mr. Kress both turned to look,

Estelle's eyes were red, her hand loosened, and the gun fell to the floor with a 'thud.

She was a second away from ending Mr. Kress's life.

Jonathan's fear had turned into fury. He walked up to them, gripped Mr. Kress by the neck and lifted him off the ground, his face full of murderous intent.

"This ain't on me, Gwen set this up!" Mr. Kress muttered, his round face turning red, his eyes wide with terror.

Jonathan was tempted to kill him. It wouldn't be hard for him, but killing Kress wouldn't soothe the rage in his heart.

His grip tightened, Mr. Kress struggled even harder, his face turning from red to blue, eyes bulging, gasping for air.

Estelle rolled off the bed and curled up on the floor, murmuring.

The soft sound seemed to bring Jonathan back to his senses. He threw Kress to the ground, quickly bent down and picked up Estelle.

Estelle curled up in his arms, her fingers tightly gripping Jonathan's arm, her voice hoarse, "Take me away!"

"Alright, we're leaving now!"

Jonathan hugged her tighter and turned to leave. Estelle grabbed his arm hand harder, "Craig!"

Jonathan's face sank. "You was almost dragged down by that fool. You still think about him!".

Estelle frowned and looked at him in a trance.

Jonathan bowed his head and kissed her wrinkled eyebrows, softly, "Don't worry, I won't do anything to him!". Estelle was at ease in his arms.

As they passed Gwen, he gave her a stern look and said to Millard and Brooks, "You guys know what to do next." Millard immediately responded.