?Chapter 693:


    It felt dislocated, but she was certain she could handle it herself.


    Looking up, she met Nate’s eyes. His face was carved in seriousness, jaw clenched with worry.


    A soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips.


    “It’s just a minor injury,” she reassured him.


    Nate’s lips pressed into a tight line, his arm instinctively wrapping around her waist to offer support.


    “I’ve already called for a doctor.”


    Corrine hesitated for just a moment.


    “No need, I can manage on my—”


    Moses interjected,


    “Miss Hond, you don’t need to be formal with us at this point.”


    Corrine parted her lips slightly, ready to protest, but in the end, she said nothing, allowing Nate to guide her away.


    As they passed through the gathering crowd, a familiar voice cut through the air.


    “Miss Hond, you certainly surprised us today.”


    Corrine turned, her expression an unreadable mask as her gazended on Leah.


    Leah’s smile was kind, yet her eyes gleamed with a chilling coldness.


    “You and Bruce have known each other for quite some time, haven’t you? Did he know about your impressive equestrian skills?”


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    She turned her eyes pointedly to Bruce, who had appeared without anyone noticing.


    Bruce’s gaze had softened with admiration for Corrine, but upon hearing Leah’s words, his face darkened slightly.


    Despite knowing her for three years, he had never realized that Corrine was not just a skilled rider, but also capable of taming wild horses.


    It left him feeling like a fool, unaware of a side to her he hadn’t even suspected.


    A wry smile curled on Corrine’s lips.


    “I prefer to keep things under wraps. I don’t feel the need to make a spectacle out of everything.”


    With those words, she breezed past Leah and Bruce, continuing on her way without a second nce.


    Leah stood watching her leave, the weight of Corrine’s words sinking in.


    In that moment, Leah understood. Corrine had just thrown a subtle jab at her for unting her connection to Andromache, turning it into the talk of the town.


    She wanted tosh out, but then she noticed Bruce’s distracted gaze, and she thought better of it.


    “Bruce,” Leah said, her voice taking on a mournful tone as she nestled into his embrace.


    Bruce absentmindedly patted her back, his thoughts clearly elsewhere as he watched Corrine’s retreating figure.


    Leah noticed his gaze on Corrine. Her eyes narrowed, the hidden malice in them slowly growing as she lowered her gaze, masking her true feelings.


    In the lounge, Nate gentlyid Corrine on the sofa, his gaze descending to her foot. His brow furrowed deeper, like a storm cloud gathering in the distance.


    The injury was evident—her foot twisted at an unnatural angle, the dislocation stark and painful to witness.


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