Jonathan chuckled, “Once I take out that cobalt bomb, I’ll zip right back to Zion. Since Raiden’s got your number, you’ve got to keep your eyes peeled, Ella. I reckon he’s gunning for you harder than a bull chasing a matador.” “I know!” Gab cracked a smile, “Today’s Estelle’s birthday, and it’s almost nightfall. I’ll leave the rest of the day to you guys. I’m heading back!” He turned to Estelle, “Happy Birthday!” “Take care, and don’t you forget our deal — to visit Grandpa back in C City with me!” Estelle’s eyes bore deep affection. “I will!” Gab nodded emphatically, gave her shoulder a reassuring pat, said his goodbyes to Jonathan, and strode off. As Gab’s tall figure vanished, Estelle gazed out the window, watching his car pull away from the manor. Jonathan wrapped her in his arms, “Don’t worry about anyone else. In tomorrow’s mission, make sure you stay safe.” He held her close, kissing the crown of her head, his voice a tender murmur, “Ella, even if it’s just for me, don’t get hurt.” Estelle hugged him back, “Of course, we’ll make it home together!” They stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, silently embracing, their heartbeats synchronizing, as if their lives were woven into each other’s. After a while,

pastry chef, and was taught step-by-step how to bake a cake. The chef sipped his coffee, lavishing praise, “Mr. Alvis, you’re the finest leader I’ve ever seen. Even your cake-baking is dashing. Your mother would be over the moon with a cake made by your hand.” He had been puzzled, “How’d you figure this cake’s for my mother?” The chef was equally surprised, “Isn’t that

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