?Chapter 1492:

    If anything happened to Corrine today, he would never forgive himself.

    As they burst through the building entrance, a startling scene unfolded before them—Corrine stood with one foot pressed firmly against Dewey’s chest.

    Dewey writhed on the ground, his face flushed crimson as violent coughs wracked his body. Between desperate gasps for air, he managed to sputter, “Corrine, I’m your father. How dare youy a hand on me! Aren’t you afraid of karma catching up with you?” Rage seethed through his every word.

    Corrine’s lips curved into a radiant smile, her eyes twinkling with mischievous delight. “Don’t you worry about me. I’m certain a wicked man like you will face your karma soon enough,” she countered with unsettlingposure.

    Dewey red at Corrine, speechless and seething. After what felt like an eternity, he finally hissed, “You wretched woman!”

    “Take my warning to heart.” Corrine’s eyes narrowed dangerously, a cold glint flickering in her prating gaze. She deliberately increased the pressure of her heel against Dewey’s chest until his lips drained of color. “I’m not one for patience. I don’t enjoy repeating myself, but for my mother’s sake, I’ll say it once more. Don’t provoke me. The Hond family hasn’te this far by ident.”

    With that final warning, she lifted her foot and strode away.

    As she turned, surprise briefly registered on her face at the sight of Nate and Jules standing there.

    Before she could question their presence, Nate rushed forward and pulled her protectively into his arms, examining her with frantic concern. “Are you hurt?”

    “No,” Corrine replied.

    Nate’s lipspressed into a thin line. His chiseled features hardened to ice, as though ayer of winter frost had crystallized across his face. He cast a piercing nce toward Dewey, his gaze sharp as a de, cutting straight through to the man’s core.

    Dewey’s heart quivered in his chest. His stance wavered, making him feel as though he stood upon shifting clouds, one trembling step away from plummeting into an endless void.

    Saul, Nate’s trusted aide, immediately recognized the silentmand in his employer’s eyes. With the slightest gesture, he signaled the men positioned behind him to advance and deliver Dewey a much-deserved lesson.

    Corrine caught their movement and gently tugged at Nate’s sleeve. “It’s all taken care of,” she murmured. “Let’s go.”

    At her words, Saul and the others halted, their eyes instinctively seeking Nate’s direction.

    Nate remained silent, his deep, fathomless gaze fixed intently on Corrine’s face.

    After what seemed like an eternity, he shifted his attention back to Dewey. His voice emerged low and cial. “Don’t let it happen again.” If such an incident repeated, the Hond family would cease to exist in Pree City.

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