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    Today, he was determined to break her spirit once and for all. He wanted to discover whether her stubborn will could withstand the punishment he had nned.

    The men in ck assessed Corrine with cautious nces. After all, she appeared to be nothing more than a harmless woman—delicate as a kitten—and with the powerful Ford family backing her, they were hesitant to cross certain lines.

    However, when Corrine fought back, she struck with merciless precision.

    Within moments, she had dispatched the entire group of bumbling thugs, leaving them sprawled across the ground.

    Calmly dusting off her pants, she lifted her gaze to meet Dewey’s shocked expression. “None of the people you hire are ever up to the mark,” she taunted.

    “You!” Dewey thrust an usatory finger at Corrine, his entire frame quivering with uncontained rage.

    “The Hond family’spany is facing rectification and mounting bank loans,” Corrine stated, her words measured and deliberate. Each syble fell like an icy de scraping across exposed flesh. “A single misstep now could lead to a point of no return.”

    She continued, her voice dropping to a chilling whisper, “The Hond family has be one of the elite families in Pree City through your tireless efforts, so be careful now, or your years of hard work might all be for nothing.”

    As her words prated, Dewey felt a paralyzing chill cascade through his body, as if his blood had crystallized in his veins.

    Corrine regarded him with cold detachment. “A final piece of advice: don’t provoke me again.”

    Meanwhile, Corrine’s car—which had been spotted speeding dangerously and sting through multiple red lights—had attracted widespread attention on social media.

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    Upon hearing the news, Nate frantically dialed Corrine, each unanswered ring piercing hisposure.

    Moses’ call sliced through his panic, the man’s clipped words briefing him on the situation.

    Heart thundering, Nate abandoned everything and tore across town toward the decrepit building where fate awaited.

    Jules materialized in the same spot, their eyes locking in shared dread. They mmed their doors in synchronized urgency and charged toward the building.

    “At the party, Dewey finally knew Corrine’s identity as the Ford heiress,” Jules said, his voice razor-sharp. “I eliminated the threat immediately, but it seemed his vengeance festered, targeting her when I least expected.”

    Deep within, his fears centered not on Corrine suffering at Dewey’s hands but on the lethal threat of that rogue vehicle striking her down. He recognized how his leniency had woven the tapestry of today’s dangerous confrontation.

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