Chapter 1101

Lester returned to his room and immediately made a video call. The call connected quickly, revealing Mateo's breathtakingly beautiful face on the screen. Though he was now in his thirties over a decade older than when they first met—time seemed to have spared him. The years had only stripped away his youthful naivety, replacing it with a refined maturity and undeniable charm. At the moment, Mateo was still dressed in his costume—an exquisitely tailored traditional Republican-era robe and mandarin jacket that accentuated his aristocratic elegance, making him look almost ethereal. The sight of the person he had longed for day and night instantly erased the lingering irritation Frederick had caused earlier. Lester was just about to ask how Mateo had been these past few days whether he had eaten properly, whether he had slept well when Mateo cut in eagerly, "Did you meet her? Does she look like Jane? Is she really...?" His voice trailed off, the question left unfinished. Lester could read