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    Saul pressed the elevator button, stepping aside to let her in first.

    “With security this tight, nothing escapes notice.”

    Corrine had driven straight to the entrance after all.

    The moment her car entered the surveince perimeter, her presence was already logged and forwarded to Nate.

    The elevator creaked upward at a leisurely pace before halting with a soft chime on the reception floor.

    As the doors slid open, Saul and a man dressed in ck stepped forward, parting the metallic barrier and revealing the grandeur of the reception room to Corrine.

    Her eyes swept over thevish interior—ck and gold hues dominated the space, casting an opulent shadow across the room. An intricate pattern adorned the center of the ceiling, a bold symbol of power and unchallenged authority. The air itself seemed to grow heavier beneath the weight of such imposing elegance.

    At the far end of the room, Nate sat at the head of a long table, postureposed, eyes unreadable. Nearby, Moses reclinedzily in an armchair, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers.

    “Nate, to be honest, you are moving too fast with this engagement,” Moses said, exhaling azy trail of smoke. “We are free to date, but marriage? That is a different game entirely. Choosing the Ford family like this… your own blood will not take it lightly.”

    Nate’s voice was calm, almost disarmingly so. “If everyone conducts themselves properly, there will naturally be peace.”

    Though softly spoken, the weight of his words dropped like a de—a quiet warning wrapped in velvet.

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    Moses, having known Nate for years, understood the man beneath the smooth exterior. When Nate spoke like that, he meant every syble. Flicking the ash from his cigarette, Moses sighed. “Even if the Hopkins family ys nice, what about the others?”

    Still unaware of Corrine’s presence near the doorway, he continued, “The Quinn family is not going to sit back and watch their ambitions fall apart.”

    Corrine’s brow arched ever so slightly.

    The Quinn family… Elva?

    That name sparked across her thoughts like a match. Not unfamiliar, not distant—Elva was often whispered as the perfect match for Nate.

    Nate noticed her then, the corners of his mouth curling into the faintest of smiles. But before he could address her, Moses carried on, oblivious. “Honestly, I thought you were just…”

    Everyone knows the Quinn family wants a direct alliance with the Hopkins. But your sudden proposal to Corrine—the uing engagement—that has taken us all by surprise.

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