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Seeing Jules and Rachel descending the staircase hand in hand, Corrine seized the opportunity to shift the conversation. “Grandpa, Jules and Rachel’s wedding ising up soon. Don’t you think you should prepare a grand gift for them?”

“Oh?” Carl said, his gaze sliding over to her. “And what did you have in mind?”

Corrine’s eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. “I was thinking about that family heirloom ne you keep hidden away. It would be perfect.”fn618c ?????? ???? f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?/fn618c

Carl raised an eyebrow. “But I nned to give it to you at your wedding. Are you truly willing to part with it?”

Ever since Corrine’s return to the Ford family, Carl had been assembling the finest gifts he could find, eager to ensure her a spectacr wedding.

The ne in question was one of the items on the list.

Without missing a beat, Corrine replied casually, “Once Rachel marries into our family, she’ll be one of us. Giving it to her is basically giving it to me, don’t you think?”

Though the words seemed casual, they subtly elevated Rachel’s standing. Carl, naturally aware of Corrine’s intention, leaned on his cane and stood up slowly. “If you’re that magnanimous about it, then I see no reason to refuse.”

Corrine stepped forward to help him. “I’ve always been generous, haven’t I?” she teased, guiding him toward the dining room.

After breakfast, Corrine gathered her things and headed back to the office.

Inside the conference room, she reviewed each department’s progress andbed through thetest financial reports while mapping out the timeline for uing projects.

Ny minutester, the meeting ended.

She returned to her office, rolled her neck, and took a restoring sip of coffee.

Just then, her phone rang.

Matias’ name shed on the screen.

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“Miss Hond, do you have a moment?” His voice sounded small, almost pleading.

Corrine’s brows knitted. “What is it?”

“Nothing serious,” he said quickly. “But if you could stop by Brighton Group, it would help a lot.”

“I’ll see,” she replied and ended the call.

Leaning back, she stared at the wless blue sky beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. Jules’ advice from that morning echoed in her mind.

Had she overstepped this time?

Elva had offended her—Elva, not Nate. Why punish him for someone else’s mistake?

The longer she pondered, the heavier her conscience became. Atst, she pushed back her chair and left the office.

Matias exhaled the moment the call ended.

Whenever Nate and Corrine locked horns, the entire staff wound up in the crossfire.

Nate had arrived in the morning radiating a chill so fierce it could have iced the whole floor.

Matias had hoped Corrine could intervene, but she’d given a vague answer.

Five hours still remained in the workday. All Matias could do was pray. He had lost track of how many sighs escaped him when the elevator doors finally opened.

A tall, poised figure stepped out. Relief flooded him.

He shot to his feet, a thankful grin spreading across his face. “Miss Hond!” His demeanor and expression were as though an angel had descended.

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