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    With a gentle tug at his sleeve, Corrine caught Nate’s attention.


    “A favor,” she requested, her voice steady despite the difort.


    “Go ahead,” Nate answered, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.


    “Find me two sturdy sticks,” she instructed, her tone direct but calm.


    Nate paused, his mind searching for the meaning behind her words. Confusion flickered in his gaze.


    Without waiting for a response, Corrine bent her knee, drawing her ankle closer to her hands, steadying herself.


    She drew a deep breath and, with careful precision, gripped her ankle as if the pain were an oldpanion she knew well.


    Then, as if the world had stilled in anticipation, a sharp crack echoed through the room like thunder. The moment was jarring, almost surreal.


    Zack and Moses entered just in time to witness Corrine resetting her own bone.


    Moses, taken aback, couldn’t help but exim, his voice full of awe,


    “Damn! Incredible!”


    Zack, quick on the draw, elbowed him with a subtle nudge. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he warned,


    “Keep your voice down, man.”


    Moses winced as though he’d been struck, clutching his chest in pain, and shot Zack a re sharp enough to cut ss.


    He believed Zack had done it on purpose.


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    Nate’s gaze lifted, his piercing eyes turning to Moses.


    Suddenly, the door flew open with a crash, and Aimee stormed in, her presence like a whirlwind.


    Her cheeks were flushed with anger, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, brimming with frustration.


    Her re wasser-focused on Corrine.


    “Don’t think that just because you beat me, you can start spreading lies about me!” Aimee’s voice dripped with indignation, her words like daggers.


    Corrine met her gaze, unruffled and serene.


    “What do you mean?” she asked, her expression untouched by the storm brewing around her.


    Aimee’s lips curled into a sneer, and her voice dripped with sarcasm as she threw her usations.


    “ying dumb? You really think you can fool everyone? You cut your own saddle, put on a show at the racetrack to steal the spotlight, and then ran straight to Jules with your pitiful act, making it seem like I sabotaged you. What’s your game? You couldn’t take me down on your own, so you turned Jules into your puppet? I’ll give you credit, Miss Hond. Your tactics are impressive.”


    Corrine, listening intently, quickly pieced together the puzzle, the truth beginning to click into ce.


    “It’s a misunderstanding,” she said, her voice cool, yet with an edge that hinted at her growing rity.


    Aimee scoffed, her voice rising in fury.


    “Don’t think you can charm your way out of this! Maybe Jules is blinded by you, but I’m not so easily fooled!”


    Her face was painted with outrage.


    “Let me make one thing clear—I don’t need cheap tricks to handle anyone!”


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