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    “Take care on your way home, then,” Chelsea said, rising to walk Corrine to the door, apanying her out.


    Standing by Corrine as she prepared to leave, Chelsea added a reminder for Jules.


    “Ensure Corrine gets home safely, then return immediately. You’re an adult, Jules. Being too close to Corrine could affect her reputation.”


    Jules sighed as he opened the car door, narrowing his eyes toward a distant path, a cold glint appearing briefly.


    Noticing his pause, Corrine asked, “Is something wrong?”


    She followed his gaze and noticed a car lurking in the shadows. The license te was hidden, but the model of the car was distinctly visible.


    Herughter was quiet, tinged with a hint of sarcasm as she said, “Let’s go.”


    Once Jules sat in the driver’s seat, he asked, “Is that the fool from the Ashton family?”


    With a raised eyebrow and a knowing half-smile, Corrine conveyed more than words could.


    Meanwhile, inside the hidden car, Bruce was momentarily frozen, lost deep in thought. Only when the ck car vanished did he begin to regain his senses. The shock felt like a sudden dunk into icy water, causing his entire body to shiver. His face paled as confusion filled his mind, leaving him grasping for rity.


    Things only seemed to get moreplicated for him.


    How did Corrine have connections with the Ford family?


    The prestige of Jayden was no secret, and Chelsea, a famed socialite, held Corrine in high regard, even escorting her personally. What in the world was happening?


    And now, Jules, Carl’s grandson, was driving Corrine?


    Known as the wealthiest in Lyhaton, the Ford family’s stature was intimidating. Jules, nicknamed the Crown Prince by those in their private circles, certainly lived up to that title.


    Although Jules didn’t socialize much, his background and achievements were far from simple. Enlisting at eighteen, he climbed to lieutenant by twenty and colonel by twenty-four, the youngest ever. Following his military career, he established Blue Core Technology, which soared to prominence in the tech industry.


    With such a distinguished profile, he wasn’t one to mingle with just anybody. Yet, here he was, reduced to carrying Corrine’s bag and driving her around.


    Bruce couldn’t shake the feeling that he was missing a vital piece of the puzzle. The harder he tried to grasp the situation, the more elusive the answers became.


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    He massaged his temples, overwhelmed, andmanded his assistant in a stern tone, “Drive me back to the Ashton residence.”


    After his visit to Farris, Mird bumped into Bruce, who had just arrived from outside.


    “You’ve returned, Bruce.”


    Bruce nodded in response.


    “Grandpa is asleep, isn’t he?”


    “Yes, he is,” Mird responded.


    “He’s getting older, and his health is on the decline. It’s natural for him to struggle sometimes.”


    The Ashton family seemed cursed with bad luck ever since Corrine’s departure. Bruce tightened his lips.


    “Cn’s wife is hosting a charity event soon. I need to ease his concerns so that Grandpa doesn’t have to fret.”


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