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    In his eyes, the moment he cast her out, their bond had already been severed.


    Inviting her to his birthday dinner had nothing to do with reconciliation. It was a mere performance, a strategic gesture to smooth things over—not to mend what had long been broken.


    He had no interest in righting past wrongs. What truly caught his attention was Corrine’s rising worth.


    Earlier that day, at a social gathering, he’d caught wind of some intriguing rumors.


    Corrine wasn’t just surviving in Lyhaton—she was thriving. More importantly, she was connected to a powerful man.


    It wasn’t a rtionship anyone would call respectable, but it proved one thing—Corrine had be someone of significance.


    After a long, contemtive pause, Dewey took a slow sip of his coffee. Then, in a measured tone, he said, “I’ll take care of this myself. You should go back to your room.”


    rissa inclined her head in quiet obedience, masking the glint of malice in her eyes.


    Meanwhile, the moment Corrine ended the call, Karina turned to her with sharp curiosity.


    “How did rissa even get your number?” She knew Corrine’s story—how she had been cast out by the Hond family and taken home by the Fords.


    There was no logical reason for Corrine and the Hond family to be in contact.


    Corrine gave her a knowing smile.


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    “Did you forget about Leah?” rissa and Leah had worked together before, attempting to manipte public opinion to ruin Corrine’s reputation, but unexpectedly exposing the long-buried secrets Natasha and her mother had fought to keep hidden.


    Karina scoffed, rolling her eyes.


    “She really has a talent for making people sick.”


    Corrine’s smile remained cool, detached.


    “Vile people do vile things.” Their conversation was abruptly cut short by the arrival of a striking figure—Wi, the famous actress.


    At only thirty, Wi had already conquered the film industry, sweeping up prestigious awards and captivating audiences with her icy, enigmatic allure. But Corrine soon discovered that the actress wasn’t as distant as she was made out to be.


    Wi listened, patient and keen, as Corrine spoke. By the end, she ran a thoughtful hand over the fabric of the dress before her.


    “I love this design, but…”


    Her gaze swept over the gown, brows knitting together as if something was missing.


    Corrine studied her carefully, and then spoke with effortless poise.


    “The inspiration for this dress came from one of your most iconic roles. It bnces grace and subtlety, allure and refinement. But truthfully, silver would suit it far better than the traditional white for a wedding dress.”


    Wi’s eyes flickered with intrigue as she looked back at Corrine.


    “I believe that instead of forcing a design to fit a theme, the theme shouldplement the design,” Corrine added.


    A knowing smile tugged at Wi’s lips.


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