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    The man before her inclined his head politely. His demeanor was calm, much like Carl’s.


    “Miss Hond,” he said smoothly.


    “Your grandfather would like to have a word with you.”


    A flicker of concern passed through Corrine’s eyes. If her grandfather was calling for her at this hour, it could only mean something important.


    “Give me a moment,” she replied. Swiftly, she changed into something more appropriate before following Lnd down the dimly lit hallway to Carl’s room.


    As they neared the room, a sudden crash echoed from within. The unmistakable sound of shattering porcin jolted through the air. Corrine nced at Lnd, her brows lifting in silent inquiry. Lnd cleared his throat, his expressionposed but his tone carefully neutral.


    “It’s probably Mr. Jules Ford inside.”


    Corrine nodded slightly before stepping forward.


    The moment she entered, the tension in the room hit her like a tangible force. Jules stood there, his head bowed in submission, while Carl faced him, cane raised high, poised to strike.


    “Grandfather!” Corrine’s voice sliced through the thick silence, urgencycing her words. Her eyes locked onto the raised cane, a flicker of unease crossing her face.


    Carl turned at the sound of her voice. His sharp gaze softened—just a fraction—but his frustration still lingered.


    “You’re here,” he said gruffly.


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    Corrine stepped forward, gently cing a steadying hand on his arm.


    “What’s going on?”


    Carl’s grip on the cane tightened.


    “Let him exin it himself!” he dered.


    Jules cast a nervous nce at Corrine before his gaze drifted to the old man’s cane, gripped with an authority that sent a chill down his spine. Feeling cornered, he finally admitted to epting certain “benefits” from Nate. He had assumed the dealings were discreet, yet somehow, the whispers had still reached Carl’s ears.


    When Corrine heard Jules’ exnation, her lips twitched into a knowing smirk. So that was why Jules had stopped persuading her to keep a distance from Nate. He couldn’t oppose her rtionship with Nate now that his loyalty was bought.


    Carl mmed his cane against the floor, the sharp crack cutting through the air like a gunshot.


    “You knew he had ulterior motives, yet you still interacted with him in private? Are you trying to send me to an early grave?”


    Jules, ever the picture of nonchnce, leaned backzily as if Carl’s anger was nothing more than background noise.


    “Grandfather, you’re overthinking things. It’s just business. A simple, mutually beneficial arrangement.”


    Carl let out a bitter snort.


    “I’m just afraid you’ll end up selling Corrine to him.”


    Jules slouched even further, muttering under his breath, “As if I would.” Not that he needed to. With just a snap of Nate’s fingers, Corrine woulde running. Of course, saying that out loud would be a death wish. If he had any hope of walking out of this room unscathed, he’d keep his mouth shut.


    Carl shot him a withering re, his patience thinning by the second.


    “Go, go! Just looking at you irritates me.”


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