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    Adalynn, catching the underlying meaning, lowered her gaze slightly to conceal the spark of excitement in her eyes. Fate had an interesting way of working. Without hesitation, she agreed.


    Leah exhaled softly, the weight of the past few days lifting from her shoulders. Everything was falling into ce. Now, all she had to do was wait for the night of the party.


    Meanwhile, Corrine spent the afternoon shopping with Karina. Their first stop was a lingerie boutique, where they picked out a few delicate pieces before wandering into a men’s clothing store.


    Seeing Karina hold up a wine-colored shirt, Corrine tilted her head in contemtion.


    “Don’t you think this is too mboyant for your father?” She tried to picture Karina’s father in such a bold shade, but the idea felt almostughable.


    Karina shot her an unimpressed look, rolling her eyes.


    “Like he could ever deserve it!”


    Corrine smirked, unsurprised by the jab. She had always sensed a lingering tension between Karina and her father, though she had never pried. Over the years, Karina had shut down any mention of him, and Corrine had respected that silence.


    Corrine arched an eyebrow, feigning curiosity.


    “Then who is it for?”


    “Obviously, my boyfriend,” Karina said with a coy smile, a hint of shyness creeping onto her face.


    Corrine chuckled, warmth spreading through her chest at the sight of her friend so happy.


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    After finalizing her purchase, Karina threw Corrine a casual nce.


    “Why don’t you get something for Mr. Hopkins while we’re here?”


    Corrine blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Mulling it over, she reached for a sleek ck shirt and paired it with a set of diamond cufflinks.


    Later, after parting ways with Karina, Corrine pulled out her phone and dialed Nate’s number.


    The line rang. And rang. No answer. Her brows knitted together. Was he still upset? Hadn’t she already smoothed things overst night?


    A flicker of frustration passed through her. Instead of calling again, she decided to head straight for his office.


    It didn’t take long before she pulled up in front of the Brighton Group building.


    Gripping the shopping bag, she stepped out with purpose and strode inside.


    The lobby buzzed with its usual energy, employees moving in and out with swift efficiency. The moment the receptionist caught sight of her, she promptly lifted the phone, murmuring into the receiver.


    Minutester, Matias appeared—almost too quickly—rushing over to greet her.


    “Miss Hond, what brings you here?”


    Corrine arched an eyebrow.


    “Is Nate not in his office?”


    Matias hesitated, his gaze flickering briefly before he responded, “He’s in a meeting at the moment. Why don’t youe with me to the lounge and wait for a bit?”


    Corrine’s eyes narrowed slightly. That was odd. Every other time she had visited, Matias had led her straight to Nate’s office. But now? He was trying to steer her elsewhere.


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