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    “Mr. Hayes, we’ve known each other for years. I wouldn’t hold any information from you, especially since I’ming to you for help,” Bruce said urgently.


    On the other end of the line, Clive paused for a moment before his voice turned cold.


    “The Seymour family told me to warn you. This is your final warning.”


    Final warning.


    Bruce’s brows furrowed in confusion after Clive hung up the phone. When Fatima got married, the Ashton family had sent an extravagant gift. After being kicked out, Bruce had never spoken about it publicly. There was no reason for the Seymours toe after him.


    Then who had he offended?


    “Final warning?”


    Where was iting from?


    It wasn’t possible for Corrine to have connections with the Seymour family. Bruce’s sharp features hardened with a rare seriousness. As he turned, his gazended on Corrine stepping out of the café.


    “Catch up with her,” he ordered the driver without hesitation.


    Corrine was just about to open her car door when Bruce’s voice cut through the air.


    “Corrine.”


    A flicker of coldness shed in her eyes before she turned to face him. Bruce softened his expression, his tone almost coaxing.


    “I’m not here to start anything. I just want to know if you need my help with anything.”


    “Then do me a favor and stay away from me.” Corrine’s voice was impassive as she gave him a fleeting nce, then bent down to get into her car.


    Bruce refused to back down. Just as the door was about to close, he reached out and stopped it.


    “Corrine, do you know anyone from the Seymour family?”


    At his question, Corrine met his gaze.


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    “I’ve run into them a few times.”


    Bruce stood there, watching as her car drove away, his frown deepening.


    “Run into them a few times?” he muttered under his breath. Could Ashton Group’s current troubles really be her doing?


    But why had she never once mentioned the Seymours before?


    Bruce had always believed he understood Corrine—that she would always be within his reach. But now, he realized he had barely scratched the surface. She was a puzzle with too many missing pieces.


    As the car pulled away, the driver nced at Corrine through the rearview mirror.


    “Miss Hond, where to?”


    “Back to tinum Apartments.”


    That was where she currently lived.


    Night fell, and right on time, Karina’s car pulled up in front of the building.


    “Sweetheart, you’re dressed way too modestly.” Leaning on the steering wheel, Karina gave Corrine’s outfit a once-over, her disapproval evident.


    Corrine remained unfazed.


    “I think it’s just right.”


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