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    “It’s just a feeling. I—” Leah started.


    Before she could continue, rissa’s call interrupted once more.


    Leah paused briefly beforenguidly answering.


    “Miss Burgess, it’s me.” rissa’s anxious voice came through the phone.


    “You must help me this time. I’ve upset Corrine because of you.”


    “Miss Hond, that’s not urate,” Leah interjected, calm and detached.


    “You were the one spreading those rumors and engaging the media, and I waspletely unaware. I fail to see how you’ve offended Corrine on my ount.”


    A wave of malice swept over rissa as she listened. With a few terse phrases, Leah had effectively absolved herself of the debacle. Gripping her phone tightly, rissa struggled to contain her rising anger.


    “Given your longstanding acquaintance with Corrine, could you please intercede on our behalf?” she pressed.


    “If she agrees to dismiss thewsuit, my family will owe you in the future.”


    Leah considered the Hond family’s limited usefulness. If not for the intense rivalry between rissa and Corrine, she would have never engaged with rissa.


    “While I’d like to help, my hands are tied,” Leah exined calmly.


    “Corrine issued a clear warning against me today. She’s out to get you. Perhaps you should have your father speak to her. After all, Corrine is his daughter, and she might relent for the sake of family ties.”


    Corrine and the others did not linger in Pree City for long. With the truth of the case exposed to the public, every extra second they stayed drew more unwanted attention. And attention was thest thing Natasha and her mother needed.


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    Nate lowered his gaze, watching as Corrine leaned into him, her warmth pressing against his side. Hisrge hand traced slow,zy circles along her waist, his voiceced with amusement.


    “So, you going to tell me about your high school days?”


    Corrine arched a brow.


    “Back then, I was a model student—no reckless behavior, and definitely no premature romances.”


    Nate said nothing, but the smirk tugging at his lips spoke volumes.


    Just then, Corrine’s phone buzzed, shing an unknown number. She swiped to answer, and the moment she brought it to her ear, a deep, seething voice crackled through the speaker.


    “Corrine, what exactly are you trying to do?”


    Her ears buzzed at the sound of Dewey’s voice. A slow, sardonic chuckle slipped past her lips.


    “Ah. Mr. Hond.”


    His tone sharpened.


    “Corrine, what kind of attitude is that? I am your father!”


    “Maybe you did father me, but you never acted like one. Besides, over a decade ago, you were the one who severed our rtionship.” Corrine’s tone remained calm, as if she were merely reciting a fact that had nothing to do with her.


    Dewey’s voice darkened.


    “Even if I do not acknowledge you as my daughter, my blood runs in your veins. That is an unchangeable fact. If you truly want to break our bond, you would have to drain everyst drop of my blood from you!”


    Corrine let out a short, mirthlessugh.


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