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    “That’s right.”

    At her confirmation, Rachel let out a quiet chuckle. “I thought so.”

    Corrine raised an eyebrow, as if itching to ask something. But Rachel only smiled, a glimmer of mystery in her eyes, and said nothing more.

    After they parted ways, Corrine drove straight to thepany.

    The moment she stepped inside, a strange undercurrent ran through the air. Whispers passed between employees like static, and she could feel eyes darting toward her, then quickly away.

    Natasha approached her swiftly. “Miss Hond.”

    “What’s going on?” Corrine asked, frowning at the clusters of hushed voices scattered around.

    Once inside her office, Natasha wasted no time exining. “Dewey showed up this morning iming to be the CEO’s father. He barged in with a group of people, insisting on touring thepany his biological daughter owns.”

    Corrine’s expression turned cial, her voice clipped and cold. “What else did he do?”

    “He demanded that we prepare an office for him,” Natasha replied. “He really has no shame, does he?”

    Corrine let out a sharp, humorlessugh. She knew Dewey far too well to underestimate him. Now that he’d discovered her true identity, he’d cling to it like a leech, determined to milk it for all it was worth.

    “Where is he now?”

    “I had security confine him to the meeting room for now,” Natasha said, watching Corrine closely, trying to guess what she was thinking. “Honestly, I think it’s better if you don’t confront him just yet. He’s like a stain—the moment you engage, he’ll just keep spreading.”

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    She’d met her fair share of shameless people, but Dewey operated on an entirely different level. His audacity wasn’t just bold—it was reckless.

    She wasn’t worried about Corrine showing him mercy. Her concern ran deeper. If Dewey failed to get what he wanted, he’d likelysh out with his usual underhanded tactics—and Corrine would be in his crosshairs.

    Corrine studied Natasha, then gently cupped her cheek. “Don’t worry. I won’t go easy on him.”

    “I know,” Natasha replied, her fingers closing around Corrine’s hand. Worry clouded her eyes. “I’m just afraid of what he’ll try to do to you.” With determination in her eyes, she added, “Trust me. I’ve got this.”

    There was a pause—just enough for hesitation to flicker through Corrine’s expression before she nodded.

    Once Natasha had gone, Corrine’s phone buzzed. Jules. “Dewey’s at thepany,” he said. It wasn’t a question—it was a deration. He already knew.

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