Find Me In Your Labyrinth novel Chapter 16

Estelle walked straight to the sports car, but didn't give a damn about those bright red roses. She just opened the door, got in the driver's seat, closed the door, and started the engine. She swiftly turned the steering wheel and sped off onto the main road.

Everyone was dumbfounded by her series of actions, including Manley.

Manley's smug smile slowly froze on his face. He never expected Estelle to ignore the flowers and just drive away with the car---flowers and all.

Now, he was standing in the middle of the crowd, still holding a flower in his hand, looking like an idiot.

His face turned from red to white, and then to pale. Anger and frustration choked him, making him want to strangle Estelle in that moment.

What kind of chick did Lucille send him after? No wonder she was willing to give up billions! Was she playing with him on purpose?

The crowd buzzed, and one unnoticable voice asked softly, "How come Estelle knows how to drive a Rolls-Royce?"

"She seems pretty good at it. Isn't her family supposed to be poor?"

In the Bentley nearby, Millard, who rarely showed any emotions, looked stunned and said softly, "Ms. Macclain..."

After a moment, he squeezed out two more words, "Nice move!"

Manley must have never been played like this in his life.

Jonathan, who had lowered his hand from the car door, looked at the sports car that had disappeared into the distance and couldn't help but smile.

Manley from the Scott family?

A sudden thought crossed Jonathan's mind. He picked up the phone and dialed a number. After two rings, the other side answered with excitement, "Jonathan!"

"Did you ask Manley to go after Estelle?" Jonathan asked directly.

Lucille seemed taken aback, but she didn't expect Jonathan to find out so quickly. She didn't know what to say for a moment, so she instinctively denied it, "Not me."

After a pause, she added, "Who can control a guy like Manley? How could I possibly influence who he likes?"

"Good," Jonathan said indifferently. "Stay away from Estelle. Don't mess with her, or don't blame me for the consequences."

There was an obvious choke in Lucille's voice as if she was struggling with feelings of grievance and unwillingness. "Do you really like her that much?"

"It has nothing to do with you!"

Jonathan hung up the phone.

He hated lingering drama and hoped Lucille would stop so he wouldn't have to use Estelle as an excuse anymore.

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Manley took a taxi back to the Scott family villa, where the servants were surprised to see him back so soon. They approached him to ask if he wanted something to drink, but when they saw his angry face, they pretended to be busy and stayed away.

Manley was moody and unpredictable, and the servants wanted to avoid irritating him.

He surely had never been played like this before. The women around him had always tried to please and flatter him. If some were playing hard to get, they never dared to annoy him. But today, he was not just annoyed – he was infuriated!

That girl named Estelle showed him absolutely no respect!

He went upstairs to shower and change clothes. He wasn't in the mood for anything; even in the games he played on his phone, his teammates let him down.

Throwing his phone away, Manley suddenly wondered how Estelle would return the car to him.

His car was limited edition, with only two in the whole city. He didn't believe she'd dare to drive it home or just dump it somewhere.

She might ask the police for help, and they wouldn't let her go easily. At that time, he could just say a few words, and she might have a tough time getting out of it. In the end, she would have to ask for his help!

While Manley was plotting, an unfamiliar call came in. He swiped to answer, and the other side spoke with an official tone, "Is this Mr. Scott?"

Feeling a bit smug as he'd been expecting this, Manley lounged on the sofa and replied, "Who’s calling?"

"Hello, Mr. Scott, I'm the traffic police officer at Rosewood Drive. We just saw a car parked by the roadside, and after checking the license plate, we found that it belongs to you. Selling flowers by the roadside is not allowed. Please move your car as soon as possible."

Manley frowned, "Selling flowers? What flowers?"

"Well," the police officer hesitated, "it would be better if you come and see for yourself, Mr. Scott."

Mr. Manley hung up the phone, went to the garage, and took another car. After leaving the villa, he quickly drove onto the road.

Half an hour later, Manley looked at the sports car Estelle had taken, his face as dark as a storm cloud.

The car had been parked on the street, with a sign on it, reading, "Flowers for sale, 10 dollars each, cash only, self-serve."

Half of the valuable roses were already gone, and a pile of change was on the passenger's seat, along with the car key.

Since not many people carry cash around these days, some clever person saw a business opportunity and offered to exchange 10-dollar bills for people to buy flowers.

Scan the code and pay 12 dollars, and you could get a 10-dollar bill in return.