Novel Square
Chapter 40
Chapter 40
The manager found some pink pills and white powder in the room and showed them to Manley ‘Mr.
Scott, should we call the cops?”
Noel, who was lying on the ground with his head smashed by a wine bottle, staggered to his feet “No,
don’t call the police! Pleasel”
He was more afraid of the police than anyone else!
“Call the cops!” Manley said coldly, kicking Noel away “How dare you do drugs in my place? You’re
asking for
The manager cautiously asked, “What about the surveillance footage? Should I hand it over to…”
“Destroy the footage!” Manley interrupted him, speaking softly. “Destroy any footage with her in it. If the Property © NôvelDrama.Org.
police ask, just say we had a network outage.”
The manager didn’t know why Manley was doing this but complied anyway.
Manley then called over a waiter. “You will go to the police station later to be a witness. Just say that
these people in the room got drunk and started fighting over the money. Understand?”
The waiter nodded, signaling his understanding of the situation.
Given the suspicious nature of these individuals, their arrival at the police station would likely trigger a
thorough investigation. There would be plenty for the police to look into.
Before leaving, Manley looked at the wailing group of people in the room. “This girl’s got a heavy hand,”
he thought, then recalled his own beating from before. He couldn’t help but smile, thinking she must
have gone easy on him after all!
Back in the private room, Manley had the manager transfer the video of Estelle leaving to his phone.
He watched it twice, clearly enjoying it. After the fight, she left with a calm expression, casually taking
off her jacket and throwing it in the trash. She looked incredibly cool!
If it hadn’t been for their feud, he would have wanted to become friends with her!
But now that he had done her such a huge favor, he had to think about how to get something in return
from
her!
Ten minutes later, when Jonathan carried Estelle out of the car, she felt boneless and unusually hot.
Entering the elevator, Estelle seemed to regain some consciousness, but it was almost worse. Now,
she was like a starving little animal that had spent a day and night in the wild, eager for some comfort.
Jonathan tightened his grip, his fingers firmly pinching her face, as he spoke with a deep voice,
“Behave yourself, or I’ll toss you out!”
Estelle looked confused and blinked pitifully, then rested her head on his shoulder.
Jonathan inhaled deeply to himself.
The elevator ride felt like it took tens of minutes rather than tens of seconds. The silence was
deafening, broken only by the faint sound of their quick, labored breathing.
Both were exerting great self-control!
Estelle was trying to suppress the effects of the drug, while Jonathan was controlling his urge to throw
her
down.
The elevator stopped at the 31st floor, and Jonathan strode out, inputting his fingerprint to unlock the
door. He didn’t switch on the light and hurried into the bathroom.
A sudden splash.
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Cold water washed over them, and Estelle shuddered, staring blankly at Jonathan as water flooded her
mind. She clung to Jonathan like a lifeline, gasping for air.
The cold water brought her to her senses. As they looked into each other’s eyes, a sense of
awkwardness grew like creeping vines, spreading between them.
Estelle struggled to maintain her balance, prompting Jonathan to grasp her waist for support as they
confronted the chilling water. His voice, muffled by the rushing sound, barely reached her ears. “Are
you feeling
better?”
Estelle took in deep breaths, her body gradually cooling down as the frigid water provided relief.
However, an unsettling sensation persisted within her bones, akin to countless insects squirming
restlessly, yearning for respite beyond the surface.
Shivering, she suddenly remembered a similar scene from before: the same events, the same
situation, the same person, only that now she needed him.
The memory of that night flashed through her mind, making her more restless. She could help him, so
why couldn’t he help her?
Embracing Jonathan tightly, she pressed her body against his.