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    Leah’s suggestion presented the perfect opportunity for Rita’s reemergence. As anticipated, Bruce yielded to Leah’s proposal, and Farris found himself unable to object.


    When Leah shared the news of the charity event, excitement kept Rita awake through the night. After two weeks of confinement, the walls had begun closing in. Finally, she could reim her ce in society.


    Evening descended upon the city, bathing it in artificial radiance at seven o’clock. The convention center, Lyhaton’s architectural crown jewel, stood resplendent beneath the shimmer of countless lights. In the za, the fountain performed its eternal dance, its waters twirling like an ethereal ballerina beneath the ever-changing illumination.


    A silver Koenigsegg glided into the VIPne with understated elegance. The driver’s door swung open as amanding figure emerged, his confident strides carrying him to the passenger side.


    A delicate hand extended outward, epting his assistance as a woman gracefully emerged, her movements fluid despite her towering heels. Her white suit epitomized sophistication, emphasizing an innate elegance andposure. Though herpanion exuded an overwhelming presence, she matched his energy effortlessly, creating an unexpectedly harmonious pair.


    A uniformed middle-aged man approached momentster, addressing her with deference.


    “Miss Hond.”


    “Jacob, what a pleasure to see you.” Corrine extended the invitation with graceful poise.


    Nate nced at the ck invitation, a knowing glint dancing in his eyes. After all, for the wealthiest family in Lyhaton, a top-tier Forreal membership hardly warranted mention.


    Jacob reached for the invitation, casting a fleeting nce at Nate as his expression darkened. He lowered his gaze, masking his emotions as he murmured, “Thank you, Miss Hond. Please, step inside.”


    Nate caught the subtle shift in Jacob’s expression, his lips curving into the faintest smile. He draped his arm naturally around Corrine’s waist as they entered, leaning close to whisper against her ear, “Being your chosenpanion certainlyes with its challenges.”


    The scrutinizing stares from onlookers had branded him clearly—just another fortune hunter living off a wealthy woman’s generosity. Corrine arched an eyebrow.


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    “Having second thoughts?”


    “Never,” he purred, his deep voice rich with seductive confidence.


    “I’m determined to earn your heart.”


    A subtle smile graced Corrine’s features as they made their way to the exclusive privileges afforded to top members—private chambers and superior amenities that distinguished them from regr patrons.


    Corrine settled onto the plush sofa, lifting a delicate coffee cup to her lips while her gaze drifted absently toward the expansive electronic disy before her.


    Nearby, Nate reclined with casual sophistication, one leg crossed elegantly over the other as he propped his chin in his hand, leisurely perusing the auction catalog.


    Though Forreal’s offeringsprised undeniable treasures, Nate’s interestsy elsewhere.


    His presence served dual purposes—providing Corrine with respite while also seeking someone specific.


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