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“Miss Hond.” An unknown voice greeted her. “I’m calling on behalf of Mr. Farris Ashton.”

Corrine’s response came without hesitation. “Please inform him that I decline.” She terminated the call with a decisive tap.

Fully aware that the Ashton inheritance was a maze ofplications and suspecting Farris was plotting against her, Corrine would need to be insane to ept such an offer.

Moreover, she had no interest in the Ashton family’s wealth. With her abilities, she could easily acquire ten suchpanies.

Barely two seconds after ending the call, her phone vibrated to life once more. When she saw the caller ID, her features softened imperceptibly. Sheposed herself and answered with measured calm.

“Still working?” Nate’s rich baritone flowed through the speaker.

She ced her mug down and leaned against her desk, one arm crossed elegantly over her chest as her gaze wandered across the forest of skyscrapers visible through her panoramic windows. “Does contemting you qualify as work?”

Nate hesitated briefly. “Instead of merely contemting, why not grace me with your presence?”

Corrine arched an eyebrow in surprise, then heard Nate say, “I’m waiting at the entrance to your building.”

Those simple words captured her heart instantly.

After hanging up, she swiftly organized her desk and headed toward the elevator.

In the lobby below, she immediately spotted the gleaming ck Rolls-Royce parked at the entrance—a car that mirrored its owner perfectly:manding, refined, and exuding an undeniable presence.

Matias glided forward with practiced ease and swept open the car door. “Miss Hond, please.”

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Corrine acknowledged him with a slight nod before gracefully lowering herself into the car. Once settled, the sleek vehicle began to purr away from the curb with deliberate smoothness.

“Are you not concerned I might whisk you away on an unexpected adventure?” Nate’s eyes danced with mischief as he cast a sidelong nce at Corrine, the corners of his mouth lifting into a gentle smile.

Corrine arched an eyebrow, her lips curving slightly. “Would you dare?”

“I wouldn’t,” Nate confessed softly.

His warm fingers entwined with Corrine’s, his thumb tracing delicate circles across her knuckle. “Franco has arrived in Lyhaton. I’m taking you to meet him tonight.”

At his words, Corrine’s expression crystallized into perfect stillness.

The name Franco resonated in her memory with familiarity.fnd8e3 This text is hosted at f?ndnovel/fnd8e3

She had stumbled upon Franco’s name during her meticulous investigation into Rachel’s past.

Nate had mentioned him before, hinting at a connection that seemed significant beyond casual acquaintance.

This unexpected invitation to meet Nate’s friend without warning left her stomach fluttering with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation.

A memory surfaced of an article she’d read iming that when a man eagerly introduced a woman to his inner circle, it signaled serious intentions about their rtionship. Such gestures revealed the woman’s position of importance in the man’s life.

Though uncertain of the source’s credibility, this recollection,bined with Nate’s current behavior, stirred a kaleidoscope of emotions within her.

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