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    Corrine’s interest was immediately piqued.


    Any item that not only appeared at auction but was also featured repeatedly had to be exceptional. The fact that this tiara had not only failed to sell but also increased in price intrigued her even more.


    She shifted her gaze, contemtive.


    “When is this tiara next up for auction?”


    “In two days,” Jacob answered.


    “At a Renaissance-themed auction hosted by Forreal, where the tiara will be showcased.”


    “Please secure an invitation for me,” Corrine instructed, and then promptly ended the call.


    Exiting the Ford Group headquarters, Corrine immediately noticed the sleek ck Rolls-Royce Phantom waiting at the roadside.


    As dusk settled and the city lights flickered to life, the car resembled a predatory beast lurking in the shadows. Even at rest, the vehicle radiated a sense of wild majesty thatmanded attention.


    Corrine’s eyes softened as she acknowledged her driver.


    “No need for today,” she said. Clutching her handbag, she swiftly made her way across the street to the waiting car.


    Inside, Nate reclinedfortably. His smile widened subtly as he watched Corrine approach. He smoothly exited the vehicle, his movements fluid as he stood to his full height under the dim streetlight, his presence overwhelming. Even in silence, Nate had an air that captured the gaze of passersby. As soon as Corrine reached him, he leaned down and wrapped her in a warm embrace.


    Their hug was simple yet filled with a depth of emotion that spoke volumes.


    “Are you done for the day?” Nate murmured, his breath lightly caressing her temple while his hand gently rubbed her back.


    Within his arms, Corrine nodded.


    “What brings you here unexpectedly? You usually let me know ahead of time.”


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    It was unusual for Nate not to call ahead if he nned to pick her up, and Corrine had stayedte at the office today because of it.


    “Just driving by, I decided to stop and wait,” Nate exined, easing back but keeping one hand on her shoulder. His gaze was tender, sending a wave of affection through Corrine.


    “Had I known you were here, I might have lingered a bit longer,” Corrine said with a yful pout, stifling a smile.


    “Just to make you wait a bit more…”


    At her yfulint, Nate’s grin widened, his eyes crinkling with mirth. He gently tapped her nose, his voice warm and affectionate.


    “I would wait for you no matter howte it got.”


    As he held her, he noticed the subtle signs of strain on her face—the slight redness around her eyes and visible tiredness. His expression grew concerned.


    Aware of the rumors circting online, he understood she might have endured tough moments at work today.


    “Why don’t you take a quick nap in the car? We have a bit of a drive before we get to the restaurant,” Nate suggested, smoothly helping her into the vehicle and securing his arm around her waist.


    The day’s events, especially a taxing phone call from Mird, had left Corrine feeling drained.


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