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    “Didn’t you say he wasn’ting?”


    Moses, his brow furrowing in confusion, said, “He did say that. I even called him earlier.” What was happening here?


    Just before arriving, Moses had made a call to double-check. Nate had clearly said he wasn’ting—so why was he here now?


    While Moses wrestled with his confusion, a woman entered, apanied by an entourage. Andromache.


    A deep frown creased Moses’ face.


    “What in the world? Why is the old witch here?” he muttered under his breath.


    Corrine’s eyebrow arched, and a small smile tugged at her lips.


    Old witch, huh?


    It was clear Andromache wasn’t the most popr person on the Independent Continent.


    Andromache, nked by her entourage, entered with an air ofmand. Her eyes quickly sought out Corrine, sitting near the front. As soon as their gazes met, Andromache’s smile wavered, her eyes sharpening, though the mask of civility remained.


    “Miss Hond, we seem to run into each other more often than expected,” Andromache remarked, her voice smooth but with an undercurrent of challenge.


    All eyes shifted toward Corrine, the tension in the room palpable. Corrine met her gaze with aposed smile.


    “Indeed. I didn’t expect our paths to cross again so soon.”


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    For years, the Lyhaton Elite Business Meeting had been a stage Andromache had never graced. Her sudden, uninvited appearance today could hardly be brushed off as coincidence.


    Andromache’s gaze flickered briefly toward Moses, the coldness in her eyes unmistakable.


    It seemed Nate’s feelings for Corrine ran deeper than she had guessed. Not only had he intervened personally the night before, but now, he had also stationed Moses at her side.


    While Moses’ presence ensured Corrine’s safety, it also exposed Nate’s vulnerability to the world.


    Andromache couldn’t help but wonder—how long could Nate shield her? A fleeting moment? Or would it endure for a lifetime?


    “Please, everyone, make yourselves at ease,” Andromache said, her voice ringing with smooth politeness, yet the words felt as empty as an echo.


    “I heard today marks the triennial Lyhaton Elite Business Meeting, with all four major families gathered here. My curiosity got the better of me, so I thought I’d join uninvited. If my sudden arrival causes any inconvenience, I trust you’ll forgive me.”


    Though her words were wrapped in manners, her tone carried no trace of genuine apology.


    The room sensed the sharpness beneath her grace. A woman like her was not to be trifled with.


    And with her powerful background as a member of the Hopkins family from the Independent Continent, the crowd knew better than to risk angering her.


    “You tter us, Ms. Hopkins,” Carl replied, his toneposed.


    “We are only getting started, and we truly appreciate your willingness to join.”


    Andromache raised a hand, signaling a waiter to rece the tableware with a fresh set. She picked up a napkin, unfolding it slowly in front of her, each movement deliberate.


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