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    Jules, fully aware of her deliberate action, pressed his lips together. After a beat, he couldn’t help but speak again.


    “Nate’s already publicly dered he’ll marry you. If that leaks, you won’t even begin to understand the kind of mess you’ll be in. Just take the other three major families as examples. If they find out about you and Nate, you’ll just be a pawn in their games.”


    Corrine applied the finishing touches to Jules’ wounds before lifting her gaze to meet his. A faint, almost cryptic smile yed at the corners of her lips.


    “I’m not the type to be yed like a pawn,” she said, her tone calm but resolute.


    Jules was momentarily taken aback, unsure how to respond. After all, Corrine wasn’t just some pampered heiress who spent her days basking in luxury. In terms of courage and strategy, she was every bit as sharp as Carl had been in his prime.


    It was no coincidence that she had single-handedly resurrected Ashton Group from the brink of bankruptcy in just a year, transforming it into an empire that soared to even greater heights within two.


    As he buttoned his shirt, Jules couldn’t help but steal a nce at the scars etched into his back.


    “Even after all this time, you’re still as skilled as ever.”


    Corrine paused, her fingers halting briefly as she packed away the medical supplies. Her gaze dropped, and a quiet smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Her voice was calm, betraying no emotion.


    “I suppose I’m a little rusty.”


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    “How about we take a break and do something fun?” Jules suggested casually.


    Corrine’s eyes flicked up to meet his. Jules effortlessly buttoned his shirt, his long fingers moving with practiced ease.


    “The young heir of the Brown family just opened a new country club up north,plete with horseback riding. What do you think about checking it out tomorrow?”


    Horseback riding at a country club? That was a first for Lyhaton.


    Corrine thought for a moment, the idea taking root in her mind, before nodding.


    “Sounds good.”


    It had been ages since shest rode a horse. Even longer since she’d felt that exhrating sense of freedom.


    Meanwhile, the Burgess family had been caught off guardtely, particrly Leah. She never imagined she’d receive an invitation from none other than Andromache.


    Andromache Hopkins—her name carried weight, a figure from the esteemed Hopkins family of the Independent Continent. She wasn’t just any woman. She embodied power, wealth, and influence—status that everyone coveted.


    If the Burgess family could forge an alliance with Andromache, their fate would be sealed. They’d climb the ranks in no time.


    In fact, even the Ford family’s standing as the wealthiest could be under threat.


    “Leah, what did you two talk about today?” Corey asked, his eyes fixed on her with an unmistakable gleam of anticipation.


    Leah met his gaze, sensing the eagerness in his voice. She lowered her eyes, speaking with deliberate calm.


    “Not much. She said she wanted to take me as her goddaughter and asked me to consult with you about it.”


    Corey’s eyes glittered with excitement, his enthusiasm palpable.


    Gone were the usual concerns about age, status, or anything else. If Leah became Andromache’s goddaughter, it would be a monumental leap for the Burgess family.


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