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    Wrapped in each other’s warmth, they drifted into sleep, cocooned in the moment.


    The next morning, Corrine arrived at thepany, her sharp gaze immediately catching themotion outside. A cluster of reporters loitered near the entrance.


    Her brows knitted together. She turned to the security team stationed at the entrance.


    “What are these people doing here?”


    “They’ve been waiting since early morning, saying they want to interview Miss Dixon,” one of the guards informed her.


    A glint of cold calction shed in Corrine’s eyes.


    “Get rid of them.”


    “Yes, Miss Hond.”


    Without another nce, she strode toward the top floor. As she neared the break room, hushed voices drifted through the slightly open door.


    “Who would have thought Miss Dixon went through something like that? Being raped by her own father. That is disgusting.”


    “Life has a way of bncing things out. She was given a brilliant mind but also a troubled life.”


    A sharp, sudden chuckle sliced through the murmurs. The sound was chilling. The room fell silent. Every head snapped up, eyes wide with fear.


    Corrine stood in the doorway of the break room, her once-charming features now hardened into an icy mask. A chill radiated from her piercing gaze, freezing the air around her.


    A suffocating tension gripped the room. Everyone felt it—the tightness in their chests, the lump in their throats that refused to go down.


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    Panic flickered in their eyes as they exchanged uneasy nces. Their faces drained of color.


    How had their CEO approached so silently? Had she overheard everything they had just said?


    The weight of impending doom settled over them, yet Corrine acted as if nothing had happened.


    Without a word, she withdrew her gaze and walked away, dismissing the moment as if it were beneath her notice.


    The employees in the break room were confused.


    Had they imagined that ambiguous chuckle? Or had it been real?


    The woman with the high ponytail swallowed hard.


    “What do you think Miss Hond meant by that?”


    “Who knows?” someone muttered.


    Just as they began to hope the storm had passed, reality struck.


    The department manager soon circted a notice of criticism, reprimanding them for cking off and spreading rumors.


    His words were sharp, carrying an unmistakable warning.


    This was not just about office discipline; it was a message.


    A clear signal to everyone in thepany: Natasha was not someone to be trifled with.


    Natasha finished reading the internalpany notice, her expression unreadable.


    With a quiet click, she shut herptop.


    At that moment, her phone buzzed.


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