Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 1663

Chapter 1663 

Sipping his coffee, Mr. Tucker commented, “I knew Estelle’s identity as KING would cause some trouble, but what I’m curious about is why she didn’t take Antonia’s commission. It’s just a dress design. It’s just a piece of cake for her.” 

His assistant replied, “KING is a renowned designer. She has the right to choose her clients.” 

“Things aren’t that simple,” Mr. Tucker said, shaking his head slightly. 

Estelle returned to her studio and handed over her ongoing projects to Blythe Surprised, Blythe asked, “Estelle, why are you leaving again? What did Mr. Tucker say to you? Was it about Antonia?” 

Estelle replied calmly, “Stop asking. If Antonia comes by, avoid any conflict with her. If I’m not here, just let her leave.” 

Blythe expressed her frustration, “Antonia is too arrogant. It’s your right to refuse to design her dress. How dare she use Mr. Tucker to expel you?” 

“Some people believe that their wealth gives them the right to boss everyone around,” Estelle responded, packing her belongings. “Tm leaving. Contact me if you need anything.” 

TII miss you, Estelle. Please come back soon,” Blythe said, pouting 

“Tilbe back before you know it.” 

With a plain smile, Estelle slung her bag over her shoulder and headed for the parking lot, her cap tilted at a casual angle. 

Instead of going back to the Bright Commercial Center, Estelle made a detour halfway and headed to her mentor, Old Mr. Quintin’s house. 

Old Mr. Quintin was in his study writing. After washing her hands, Estelle started grinding ink for him. 

“Why the sudden visit?” Old Mr. Quintin asked with a chuckle, “Did something happen?” 

Estelle continued grinding ink with a calm expression, “What could possibly happen?” 

“Are you planning to keep your relationship with Jonathan a secret from me forever?” Old Mr. Quintin grumbled. 

Estelle laughed, “Well, you already found out, didn’t you? Did my senior brother tell you?” 

“No, he didn’t,” Old Mr. Quintin responded, shaking his head with a grin, Last Thanksgiving, I was video chatting with your grandfather. I saw Jonathan when you joined in. That guy’s hard to miss. He even spent Thanksgiving with you in City C. That’s when I knew you two must have reconciled” 

Estelle replied guiltily. “Master, I didn’t mean to keep it from you!” 

“Alright,” Old Mr. Quintin sipped his tea, “Jason told me during the Art Exhibition in City B this Thanksgiving. He said you’ve never forgotten about Jonathan. Even if I found out, I shouldn’t blame you.” 

Estelle’s eyes softened, “Jason is the best!”