?Chapter 530:


    Thirty minutester, he walked out of the office, his mind a tangled mess of frustrations.


    His thoughts churned, drowning out the world around him—until, suddenly, the car lurched. The tires screeched. The metal frame twisted violently as the vehicle mmed into a streemp.


    By morning, news of the Ashton Group CEO’s ident had spread like wildfire. Spection swarmed the inte, forcing Ashton Group to act fast, sealing off any leaks before rumors could spiral out of control. In her hospital room, Corrine skimmed the headlines, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.


    The door swung open. Nate stepped in, his presencemanding as always.


    “Let’s go.”


    Corrine offered no argument as she moved toward him.


    “What time do you finish work tonight?” Nate asked, his gaze lingering on her profile.


    She thought for a moment.


    “Around six o’clock.”


    “I will pick you up.”


    “Alright.” Seated in the front, Matias absorbed their exchange with a quiet sense of worry. To those who knew better, it was clear—they were a couple making ns. But to an outsider, they might have seemed like merely going through the motions.


    At this rate, when would his boss finally marry her?


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    Matias sighed quietly.


    The car rolled to a smooth stop outside the Ford Group building. As Corrine stepped out, Matias sneaked a nce at Nate through the rearview mirror.


    He hesitated.


    “If you have something to say, say it.” Nate’s voice was cool, unreadable.


    Matias did not hold back.


    “Sir, do you not think your progress with Miss Hond is… slow?”


    Nate gave Matias a sharp look as he lifted his gaze.


    Matias cleared his throat but pressed on.


    “I mean, since Miss Hond has be your girlfriend, the two of you have not even gone on a proper date.”


    A proper date…


    The words felt foreign to Nate—unnecessary, even. For him, results mattered more than meaningless gestures.


    “Do women really care about such things?” he asked.


    Matias nodded without hesitation.


    “No woman dislikes a well-nned date.”


    Nate leaned back, his gaze clouded with thought. Without another word, he pulled out his phone and began typing.


    Corrine had just settled into her office when her phone chimed. A message from Nate.


    “Want to watch a movie tonight?”


    Her brows lifted slightly.


    “What made you think of watching a movie?”


    “For a date.”


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