Find Me In Your Labyrinth novel Chapter 1689

Considering Antonia's fiery personality, there was no way she'd swallow such an insult without a fight!

Magdalen had been cooped up in her own office all morning, and by noon, she decided to call Estelle. “Ella, has anyone from the Crawley family reached out to you?”

Estelle was on the floor, assisting Kya with her Lego. “Nope,” she replied nonchalantly.

“Something's not quite right,” Magdalen muttered, a hint of a cold smile in her voice. “Did that witch get scared off by me?”

“We'll see,” replied Estelle. “Keep me updated if anything happens.”

“Of course!” Magdalen’s laugh was clear and bright. “Eat properly.”

Estelle hung up, only to receive another call from Amiee a few minutes later.

“Estelle, we've managed to recover most of the deleted content. The poster who posted it was paid a hundred grand. The information in the post was all provided by Antonia. The poster was worried about getting sued by you. Antonia reassured him, saying that all the evidence was provided by someone close to you and that it was all true. That's about it. There's no more useful information.”

Amiee relayed everything she found out to Estelle and asked, “Do you know who Antonia was referring to when she said someone close to you?”

Estelle was clutching a Lego brick, its sharp edges digging into her palm due to her tight grip. She nodded curtly, “I know.”

“Good,” Amiee’s voice was icy. “Call me if you need anything.”

Estelle ended the call and twirled the Lego brick in her hand. Her clear eyes sparkled with a cold light. Bennett, Simone must have been her enemies in a past life. Even in this life, as kin bound by blood, they were still at odds with each other, determined to fight till the end.

In a suburb of J City, inside a villa.

Upon hearing the report from his subordinate, Cliff's face turned ashen. He kicked over the chair in front of him. “Jonathan's too damn arrogant. If my daughter gets even a scratch, I won't let him get away with it!”

The man who came to report was keeping his head low, not even daring to breathe too loudly.