Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan)

Chapter 2375



"Mmm," Estelle responded softly in the cool evening air. Jonathan picked up her jacket and offered his arm as they stepped out into the night together. Ten minutes later, Estelle received a surveillance video and immediately forwarded it to Sylvia.

Sylvia had already reached Blue Oasis, and after reviewing the footage, she headed straight up to the seventh floor. She pushed the door open without bothering to knock.

Inside, the room was a chaotic mix of noise and people, both men and women. Sylvia quickly surveyed the scene and spotted Sunny, cornered by three men. Her shirt had been torn off, two of the men were forcing alcohol down her throat, while the third attempted to remove her jeans. Sunny was trapped, helplessly shaking her head and whimpering.

Elsewhere, groups of men and women were entwined, the dim, blurry lights casting a hedonistic glow over the scene. Sylvia approached the coffee table, grabbed a bottle of cocktail, and took a few swigs. Then, she strode over and smashed the bottle over the head of the man trying to undress Sunny.

The sound of the bottle shattering echoed through the room, blue liquid mingling with blood as it trickled down the man's face-a grotesque yet almost comical sight under the colorful lights. "Ah!" he yelled, clutching his head and collapsing onto the couch. He cursed at Sylvia, trying to lunge at her, but she effortlessly kicked him back down.

The room fell silent. The other two men, who had been forcing Sunny to drink, charged at Sylvia. She seized their arms, twisting and throwing them to the ground with surprising strength. One of them, a deputy director at New Sight, glared at Sylvia, his anger palpable. "You think you can mess with Old Mr. Jarvis' business like this?"

Sylvia grabbed another bottle from the table and hurled it at his head without hesitation. "Scum, I wouldn't touch your business with a ten-foot pole!"Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

The others attempted to swarm her,

but Sylvia, despite not having eaten for two days and running purely on adrenaline and the alcohol she'd consumed, fought back fiercely, Her attackers were left whimpering, and the women screamed in panic.

By the time Estelle arrived, Sylvia had already subdued half the room. With Estelle's help, the rest quickly fell. Sylvia helped Sunny back into her shirt; the girl was barely

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Milanda soon arrived, and Sylvia instructed her to take care of Sunny. Jonathan had called for backup to ensure the troublemakers were dealt with accordingly.

Sylvia, looking pale and exhausted,

sat down, attempting to soothe her burning stomach with more alcoho her cheeks flushed with an unhealthy red. Jonathan cleared the room and turned to Estelle. "Have a word with her. I'll wait outside."

Estelle nodded, dimming the flashing lights until only a warm, yellow glow filled the room. She frowned at Sylvia, concern evident in her voice. "Are you okay?"

Sylvia managed a weak smile, her usual grace evident even now. "I'm fine, thank you, Estelle."

Estelle handed her some tissues, noticing the paleness of her face and the bruises forming. Sylvia wiped her face, her smile resigned. "I guess it's just from not eating properly these past few days. I'm a bit weak."

Estelle looked at her, recalling the radiant glow Sylvia had when she was with her brother, feeling a pang of empathy. "It's my brother's fault, isn't it?" she asked, her voice carrying a mix of apology and concern.