Nestled beneath the winding mountain path was a quaint little river, where Estelle and Jonathan were busy catching fish. Jonathan, armed with a sturdy branch, had rolled up the sleeves of his button-down shirt, looking every bit the part of an adventurer.

Estelle, already boasting a catch of four or five, waved over her shoulder, "Fancy some grilled fish?"

Sylvia let go of Gabriel's hand and hurried over, surprised, "There are fish in the river?"

"Plenty, and they're huge!" Estelle showed off the fish she had corralled into a small pool.

Gabriel chuckled, "We don't have any gear, how do you plan to grill them?"

"You've got a lighter, right? That and some kindling is all we need!" Estelle's face, splattered with river water, glistened like freshly fallen snow, her eyes sparkling.

Jonathan tossed aside his branch, scanning the area before instructing Estelle, "Stay here, I'll gather some wood!"

strode towards the

his expression serene,

anyone from the Lamont Group who knew their CEO as a figure of authority rather than

"Her happiness is my happiness. In a way, I'm indulging

Gabriel smirked, uncommitted.

rocky terrain with ease, Jonathan spoke in a steady tone, "You're the same with her,

was watching Estelle fish, a turbulent

firewood, Estelle was by the riverbank, skillfully preparing the fish

removed her cozy sweater, squatted by the river to try her hand at the task. Her movements were less practiced than Estelle's, but she was calm and composed,

"I didn't peg you

under your brother meant I barely lifted a finger for such tasks," Sylvia laughed at herself before her expression brightened, "But then I started traveling the world, sometimes camping out in

grinned, "That's pretty

others, but I wouldn't dare

bantered, they finished cleaning the fish and

the breeze carrying petals into the gently flowing stream, creating a picturesque scene of serene beauty. Sylvia

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