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    Corrine watched as Nate’s car rolled up, and without hesitation, she flung open the door and slipped inside.


    As the window sealed shut, Bruce caught a fleeting glimpse of the man inside. Even from afar, the man’s aura was palpable, setting him apart from themon crowd.


    This was the very man he’d encountered at Gourmet Spot, the one who whisked Corrine away during the Ashton Group’s anniversary celebration. Had she been in hispany since departing from the Ashton fold?


    Could this man be the architect behind her newfound stature in Lyhaton?


    Bruce’s brow creased, his gaze riveted on the car as it dashed away.


    Suddenly, his hands, previously dangling idle, balled into fists.


    It was clear as day: Corrine had decided to cut him outpletely. That meant she wouldn’t apany him to Cn’s charity event.


    “Bruce, shall we get going?” Leah’s voice cut through his brooding, her hand lightly tugging at his sleeve.


    Bruce broke his stare and looked at her.


    “I need to handle something first. You head to the new property.”


    With those words, he swung the car door open and stepped in.


    Nate’s car zipped through the city, arriving swiftly at the Ford Group headquarters.


    As the vehicle eased to a stop, Corrine unfastened her seatbelt.


    “I’ll head up now,” she dered, reaching for the door.


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    But before her fingers could graze the handle, Nate captured her wrist in his grasp.


    “What’s the matter?” Corrine asked, startled by his abrupt action.


    Nate’s eyes, dark and deep, locked onto hers, radiating a tenderness that seemed to illuminate the depths of his soul.


    With just one look, Corrine found herself mesmerized, unable to tear her eyes away.


    Her heart began to thump wildly.


    Nate’s lips brushed her temple as he murmured, “For you, I’d surrender even my principles.”


    His words hung in the air, tinged with easy humor, yet tugging gently at her heartstrings, awakening feelings she struggled to tame.


    Corrine suddenly realized the reason behind his deration. A deep blush painted her cheeks, spreading to her ears, her heart fluttering uncontrobly.


    “I’m runningte. I have a meeting soon,” Corrine stammered, pulling away and swiftly opening the car door.


    But Nate was quicker. He seized her wrist once more, pulling her close. With a hand at the back of her head, he gently pressed his lips to hers.


    “Now you can go.”


    “Take care,” Corrine whispered back.


    “See you tonight,” Nate responded.


    Corrine exited without another word.


    The elevator ascended slowly, finally halting at the top floor.


    As the doors parted, Corrine stepped out to find Natasha, d in professional garb, approaching with the day’s schedule.


    Inside the office, Natasha handed Corrine an envelope.


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