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    “Fancy a game? Just us.”


    “Sure,” Corrine said, tapping the end of her cue against the floor, mischief dancing in her eyes.


    “And the stakes?”


    Jules gave her azy smirk, rubbing chalk over his cue tip.


    “Your call.”


    She tilted her head, then shot him a bold grin.


    “The Aventador in your garage.”


    It wasn’t the priciest car in his collection, but its rarity made it special. It was the perfect trophy. Something that would definitely catch Nate’s attention.


    Jules raised an eyebrow, clearly caught off guard by her choice, but there was amusement in his gaze.


    “You’ve got nerve.”


    Corrineughed.


    “ttery won’t make me go easy on you.”


    An hour and a halfter, Corrine imed the win—just barely. Jules set his cue down and leaned against the edge of the pool table, smirking.


    “The car’s yours. Pick it up whenever.”


    “Umm…” Corrine seemed to hesitate.


    Jules noticed and waited for her to speak.


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    “Can you customize the voice system for me? I want it set to my voice.”


    Jules let out a short chuckle.


    “Corrine, that’s peak narcissism.”


    Before Corrine could retort, Karina cut in.


    “She’s not doing it for herself.”


    Jules’ sharp gaze flicked to Karina, and she continued, “It’s for Mr. Hopkins. A birthday gift, right?”


    The light amusement in Jules’ expression vanished in an instant. His jaw clenched, his fingers flexing slightly.


    “So… you’re using my car to impress another guy? You really know how to y the game!”


    Corrine smirked, one brow lifting.


    “I call it resourcefulness.”


    She turned to leave but then paused, as if remembering something. ncing back, she added casually, “Oh, and swap out the ss for bulletproof.”


    She didn’t wait for his reaction. Jules exhaled sharply, muttering something under his breath as she disappeared from view.


    Night fell swiftly over the estate.


    Corrine followed the guesthouse butler to her room, exhaustion beginning to weigh on her.


    The guesthouse was a five-story structure, its top floor housing an opulent presidential suite at the very end of the hall. Her room was conveniently located right next door.


    She stepped onto her private balcony and leaned against the railing. Just beyond, she could see the open-air balcony of the presidential suite,plete with an outdoor pool shimmering under the soft glow of submerged lights.


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