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    Feeling Jacob’s unwavering gaze, Hellzily lifted his eyelids, casting a nce back at him.


    Though he ruled this territory, Hell knew that if things turned hostile, he might not hold all the cards. But there was one thing he was certain of: Jacob would never reveal his true identity in front of Corrine.


    A sly, almost yful smile crept across Hell’s lips. “This isn’t the sort of ce where you just waltz in and out whenever you please.”


    At his words, Corrine’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of ice appearing in her gaze.


    Jacob’s gaze, as sharp as a de, never wavered. “Let them leave with what they want, and in exchange, I’ll tell you where the person you’re searching for is.”


    Hell raised an eyebrow, a spark of curiosity dancing in his gaze. “Just tell me, who exactly am I looking for?”


    The person he sought sat right before him. He had a hard time believing Jacob would actually hand Corrine over to him.


    Jacob’s response came with a slight edge. “What if I told you it’s about another person?”


    At this, Hell stopped his idle fiddling with the ring, his gaze suddenly sharp, locking onto Jacob with piercing intensity.


    Shadow, a master at his craft, was unparalleled in his ability to follow through on any promise.


    Hell narrowed his eyes, studying Jacob for a long moment before signaling for Bleacher toe closer.


    Bleacher wasted no time, stepping forward and bending slightly. Before he could speak, Hell seized him by the cor. “Go get the IOU!”


    Taken aback for just a second, Bleacher quickly straightened. “Yes, sir!” Five minutester, Bleacher returned, handing the document to Corrine with a subtle nod from Hell.


    Expecting a regr debt note, Corrine opened the document. Instead, her eyes widened as a shocking red handprint greeted her. She furrowed her brow, the unexpected twist unsettling her.


    Hell’s voice,ced with a hint of mockery, floated over. “Some lessons are best learned the hard way.”


    After inspecting the note, Corrine closed the document and remarked with a smirk, “Mr. Martel, your methods are nothing short of brilliant.”


    Hell, unfazed by the sarcasm, replied coolly, “Not nearly as sharp as your tongue, Miss Hond.”


    He turned his gaze to Bleacher. “Escort them out.”


    Under Jacob’s insistence, Corrine had no choice but to leave with Jules. As she passed Hell, he suddenly spoke. “Corrine, remember my name — Jonathan Martel!”


    Hearing Hell reveal his true name, Corrine couldn’t help but nce at him.


    But Jules, ever the protector, swiftly took her hand, urging her away. Once they were in the car, Corrine began tapping her fingers on the document. “Why do you…?”


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