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    Corrine, offering her a dress? For free?


    Something didn’t feel right.


    “What’s the matter? Do you not want it?” Corrine’s brow arched slightly, her expression unreadable.


    Judie hesitated before reluctantly epting the gown.


    “Thank you, Miss Hond.”


    With that, she turned to leave, but before she could take a step, her path was blocked again—this time by Matias and Saul.


    Her patience snapped. She spun around, her re locking onto Corrine, who was now sitting in a chair with an air of quiet control.


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


    Enough of the pretense. The sharp edge in Judie’s voice betrayed her frustration.


    Corrine met her gaze with a slow, deliberate smirk.


    “Did you not insist I give my outfit to you? I had someone prepare a simr one for you. By your logic, shouldn’t you change into it right here, right now?” Her voice was calm, her words steady, but each syble struck like a hammer, sending a chill down Judie’s spine. It felt as though she had been thrown into freezing water.


    Judie stared at Corrine in disbelief, her nails digging painfully into her palms.


    “Corrine, I dare you to say that again!”


    Corrine met her re without the slightest hesitation.


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    “Please change into this new outfit here,” she said, her tone steady, unyielding. A stunned silence followed—then whispers rippled through the crowd like wildfire, each hushed murmur feeding the tension in the air. Nearby, Nate exchanged a nce with Matias, his expression unreadable.


    Matias and Saul moved without hesitation, stepping forward as their sharp eyes swept over the youngdies whispering about Corrine. A slow, mocking smirk yed at Matias’ lips, but his gaze remained as cold as ice.


    “Ladies, will you leave voluntarily, or shall we escort you out?”


    The women stiffened, their faces paling with rm.


    Most of them were from sub-branches of the four major ns. Without an invitation from the main branches, they never would have set foot in such an exclusive event. And now, they were about to be thrown out like beggars unworthy of their presence.


    Humiliation wed at their pride, but there was nothing they could do.


    “What gives you the right to kick me out?” Zaylee snapped, her voiceced with fury.


    Matias barely spared her a nce. His smirk deepened.


    “Take them out.”


    “How dare you!” Zaylee struggled as men in ck closed in, grabbing her arms.


    Before she could utter another word, Saul’s voice cut through the chaos like a de.


    “We are not known for handling women gently. I suggest you cooperate unless you want to make things worse.” The warning hung in the air, chilling and final.


    The women hesitated for a moment, and then, with no other choice, they were swiftly dragged out, their protests swallowed by the luxurious walls of the grand estate.


    Judie remained frozen, her limbs stiff, her breath shallow. A cold dread slithered through her veins as she stared at Corrine.


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