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    Fighting his own unease, Matias maintained hisposure.


    “Mr. Hopkins, the marketing department’s report has reached its conclusion.”


    “Alright.” Nate nodded once, then dered, “This meeting is adjourned.”


    A collective sigh of relief rippled through the room.


    Back in his office, Nate reached out to Corrine.


    “What time will you finish tonight? I can arrange transportation.”


    “That’s thoughtful of you, but I’ll pass,” Corrine responded, aware of Karina’s tendency to drag out their celebrations well into the night.


    “Our revelry will undoubtedly stretch into thete hours.”


    She paused, then added, “Other matters require my attention. I must go.”


    Ending the call, Corrine surveyed the café scene before her. The Ashton family’s vehicle was parked nearby, an early arrival evident.


    A knowing smile crossed her face.


    So, they hade early. Clearly, they had been waiting for a while.


    “Hello, Miss Hond,” Mird rose, projecting warmth.


    “The card’s ess code is six zeros.”


    Corrine settled into her seat, her gaze assessing both Mird and Tracy.


    “The transfer documentation?”


    “Right here!” Tracy said, her nervous energy evident as she produced the papers.


    “Your signature will finalize everything.”


    Corrine examined the documents carefully before applying her signature.


    Mird and Tracy exchanged a nce of unmistakable relief.


    “Miss Hond, having fulfilled your terms, might we proceed with thewsuit’s withdrawal?” Mird ventured cautiously.


    Corrine lifted her gaze, her refined features maintaining a professional distance.


    “Indeed.”


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    Tracy barely contained her tion, clutching Mird’s hand while harboring growing animosity toward Corrine. Their initial n to humble her had backfired spectacrly, costing them both reputation and resources. Yet, circumstances forced them to swallow their pride.


    Bruce, observing from his vehicle, had intended to join Mird, but Clive’s call had interrupted his ns.


    “Mr. Hayes, what news regarding my inquiry?”


    “Mr. Ashton, investigations reveal the surname Seymour attached to yourpany’s scrutiny,” Clive reported. Bruce’s expression darkened.


    “Seymour?”


    The unexpected connection to that family name stirred unease in his thoughts. Composing himself, Bruce responded, “Mr. Hayes, I assure you, I’ve maintained distance from the Seymour family.”


    Despite his unceremonious removal from Fatima Seymour’s wedding celebration, Bruce had chosen discretion over confrontation. The possibility of having somehow provoked their ire puzzled him.


    “Mr. Hayes, might there be an error in these findings?” Bruce questioned, uncertainty threading through his words.


    Clive questioned, “Are you sure about this?”


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