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    With a fluid motion, she turned and slipped into a secluded thicket.


    Ten minutester, Corrine emerged, brushing dust from her clothes with her right hand, her bag in her left, her steps light as she continued toward the parking lot.


    It wasn’t until Corrine had driven off that Saul and his men entered the thicket to investigate.


    They stepped in to find two men, shirtless, one kneeling while the othery t on his stomach, both bound in an unusual position on the ground.


    At first nce, it might have appeared as though they were indulging in some wild thrill-seeking activity.


    When they saw Saul, the burly figure, they immediately stiffened, thinking he was Corrine’s backup. They eyed him warily, dreading what mighte next.


    “What do you want?” one of them demanded, his voice tinged with suspicion.


    Saul’s face broke into a sly grin. “Nice muscles, bro. Where’d you pick up those useless fighting skills?”


    The men flushed with a mix of embarrassment and anger, humiliated by his mocking tone.


    Their assignment had been to tail a woman—an easy task, or so they’d thought. But little did they know, she was ruthless.


    She hadn’t targeted their faces but focused on spots where the marks wouldn’t be visible.


    Their legs, waists, even their wrists were almost twisted beyond recognition.


    “Your muscles are all for show as well when you confront her!” one man snapped, his pride bruised.


    Any man would feel humiliated after being bested by a woman like Corrine.


    Saul chuckled darkly. “A loser’s still a loser, no matter how much you argue.”


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    He gestured for his men to handle the two stalkers and dialed Nate, updating him on the situation.


    After hearing the report, Nate remained unfazed. “Keep following her, but don’t interfere.”


    “Understood,” Saul replied.


    By the time Corrine returned to Celtis Estate, it was alreadyte.


    There was an unspoken bond between her and Nate, a silent understanding that, no matter howte it got, a light would always be left on for the oneing homete at night.


    Yet, tonight, Nate wasn’t waiting in the living room as he usually did.


    “Miss Hond, you’re back,” Tanya greeted warmly. Noticing Corrine’s searching nce, Tanya smiled knowingly and pointed upstairs. “He’s in the study.”


    Caught off guard, Corrine blushed slightly, feeling a hint of embarrassment.


    She nodded, nced at the time, and then rolled up her sleeves, heading toward the kitchen.


    Tanya followed at a leisurely pace. “What would you like to eat, Miss Hond?”


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