Find Me In Your Labyrinth Chapter 1043

Chapter 1043 

Gwen shouted frantically, “What are you going to do? Jonathan!” 

“Jonathan, come back!” 

Jonathan held Estelle in his arms and left the private room without looking back. 

Brooks signaled to his men, who approached Clarice and Gwen. Ignoring their struggles, they quickly found a clear bag containing white powder on Clarice. 

Brooks poured three glasses of alcohol, then emptied the bag of powder into the glasses and pushed them forward. 

He was responsible for all of the Lamont family’s business at the docks, dealing with polite gentlemen and wealthy merchants, as well as cunning thugs and pirates. He had seen all kinds of people and experienced all kinds of things. In the face of Gwen and Clarice’s anger and begging, he showed no sepcial expression, as if he had given them a glass of ordinary water. 

His men picked up a glass of alcohol and approached Gwen, Clarice, and Mr. Kress in the room. 

At the same time, they also took Craig out of the private room. 

As Brooks began to pour the alcohol, Gwen realized what was happening. She started to back away, her fear reaching its peak, tears streaming down her face. “No, don’t do this! Jonathan won’t allow you to treat me like this! No…” 

They both struggled in fear, but had no strength to resist, and were forced to drink the entire glass of alcohol. 

Coughing violently, Gwen collapsed on the couch, shaking uncontrollably. Her inner fear grew stronger and she already knew what was about to happen. 

The person who gave Mr. Kress the alcohol returned, handed Brooks a gun and said, “This was found on the floor, it should belong to Ms. Macclain.” 

Brooks held the gun for a moment, then handed it to Millard with a meaningful look. 

Millard looked at the weapon in his hand, which was shorter than a normal gun but extremely exquisite, and also revealed a serious expression. He made eye contact with Brooks, both showing surprise. 

“Should we tell Mr. Lamont?” Brooks asked. 

“I’m afraid he’s too busy to care right now,” Millard calmly replied. 

Brooks raised an eyebrow and instructed his men, “Take these two ladies inside.” 

“Yes, sir!” 

His men answered and went to grab Clarice and Gwen. 

Gwen and Clarice had no strength to struggle anymore. Clarice’s reaction was even quicker, and a tempting expression was already on her face. 

Soon, the sounds from inside the private room transmitted through the door. Millard and Brooks had left, leaving two men inside to guard against any waiters coming in and disturbing what was happening inside. 

In the Bentley, the driver drove without looking away, not daring to be distracted. 

Estelle leaned against the man’s chest, constantly moving around in his embrace. Her body was sometimes cold, as if she were in an icy cave, and sometimes hot, as if she were being roasted in the desert, and with every drop of moisture in her body seemed to be drying up. 

She bit her lip tightly to prevent herself from making any sound, but her strong self–control quickly collapsed after getting close to Jonathan. She was already on the verge of losing her mind. 

Jonathan held her tightly, looking at her painful expression and bit her lip. His mood became extremely tense. He kissed her forehead repeatedly, trying to comfort her. “Hold on a little longer.” 

Sweat broke out on Estelle’s forehead and trickled down her fair, delicate cheeks. She gripped the man’s shirt tightly, unable to bear it, calling out, Jonathan!” 

“I’m here!” Jonathan saw her biting her lip and, feeling heartbreak, gently pinched her chin and kissed her. 

Estelle resisted for a moment, then gave in to the man’s comfort. 

Her clothes slipped off again, revealing her beautiful shoulders and smooth skin.