Chapter 239 I'm Not Inferior To Him

• Time flew by, and when Estelle finally completed her work, she realized she had been working throughout the night. It was already six o’clock in the morning, and the late October morning brought a slight chill to the air.
• As Estelle rose from her seat to close the window, her gaze fell upon a familiar figure standing downstairs.
• The man, dressed in black attire, was reclining on a motorcycle seat, with one foot planted firmly on the ground to maintain balance. His thin clothing suggested that he felt the cold as he tightly folded his arms for warmth.