?Chapter 327:


    “Hey! What—what are you doing?” Karina gasped, nearly stumbling as she was dragged through the crowd.


    “We just got here! Why are you trying to leave already?”


    Before she could finish, two men dressed in ck stepped in front of them, blocking their escape.


    Karina’s yful expression vanished, her gaze hardening in an instant.


    “What do you want?”


    The men remained impassive as one of them spoke.


    “Miss Hond, my boss requests your presence.”


    Corrine’s throat went dry. So there was no avoiding this after all. She inhaled deeply before turning to Karina.


    “Can you get home on your own?”


    Karina gave a small nod, but just as Corrine moved to let go, she tightened her grip.


    “Where are you going?”


    “To see a friend,” Corrine answered.


    Under the night sky, Lyhaton glittered like a radiant pearl, signaling the start of a dazzling nightlife.


    The parking lot overflowed with luxury cars, yet the ck Rolls-Royce stood apart,manding attention, much like its owner. He exuded an innate authority, a presence meant to be admired and obeyed.


    The men in ck escorted Corrine to the car, one of them pulling the door open before gesturing inside.


    “Miss Hond, please.”


    Corrine hesitated, her gaze drifting toward the open door. Inside, Nate loungedfortably, his long fingers deftly unfastening his diamond cufflinks as he rolled up his sleeves. The dim lighting cast sharp shadows over his chiseled features, deepening the mystery that surrounded him. His eyes remained lowered, his expression unreadable.


    Corrine swallowed hard, willing herself to step into the car.


    A tense silence settled between them before she forced an awkward smile.


    “What a coincidence…”


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    The second the words left her mouth, she bit her tongue, regretting them instantly. What a pathetic opening line.


    Nate’s gaze lifted at the sound of her voice, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips.


    “Quite the coincidence indeed.”


    Corrine lowered her eyes, chewing on her bottom lip. She had no idea how much Nate had witnessed, nor could she think of an exnation that wouldn’t sound like an excuse. A gnawing sense of unease wed at her, making her feel as though she’d been caught red-handed.


    “Swift movement forward leaves no room for sorrow—only fresh romance.” His deep, cial voice scraped against her heart like sandpaper, sending a chill through her veins. Corrine said nothing.


    Even with the noise in the bar, Nate had caught every word. The weight of his presence closed in, his towering frame casting an inescapable shadow over her.


    Corrine looked up, locking eyes with him, and her breath hitched. His gaze was an abyss—dark and consuming, offering no escape. A faint, dangerous smirk yed at his lips, the kind that promised consequences.


    Corrine nervously swallowed, struggling to formte an exnation. Then, a soft thump against the car window interrupted her thoughts.


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