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    As they made their way toward the elevator, Corrine unexpectedly came face to face with Nate.


    “What brings you here?” she asked, the words slipping out before she could stop herself.


    Realizing her mistake a second toote, she mentally sighed. As the owner of Gourmet Spot, Nate had every right to be here.


    Nigel, upon spotting Nate, showed a rare moment of surprise. His ever-calm expression wavered, reced by solemn respect. “Mr. Hopkins.” Nate gave a slight nod, his usual imposing presence subdued. “Mr. Miller.”


    Something in Nate’s demeanor made Nigel pause, his curiosity quietly brewing. A man of Nate’s stature rarely acknowledged others with such deference. What did this mean?


    Though Nate’s position remained somewhat enigmatic, none in the group were strangers to his influence. His status was not just high—it was untouchable. He was not the kind of man who bothered with pleasantries. Yet here he was, treating Nigel with umon respect.


    Questions churned unspoken in the minds of the onlookers. But Jules, standing among them, understood perfectly. Nate’s regard for Nigel had nothing to do with Nigel himself. It had everything to do with Corrine. Without her, Nigel wouldn’t even be on Nate’s radar.


    Corrine, unfazed, turned to Nigel. “Mr. Miller, let’s talk inside.”


    “Alright,” Nigel nodded.


    Matthew, observing Nate’s attitude toward Nigel, narrowed his eyes in thought. He then nced at Jules, his toneced with amusement. “He’s interested in your cousin?”


    Jules let out a dry chuckle. “If only it were that simple.”


    The thought of Nate secretly being involved with Corrine—without the knowledge of the Ford family—made Jules inwardly curse the man.


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    Matthew arched a brow. “What exactly is going on?”


    Jules sighed, waving dismissively. “My precious cousin has been taken by an unworthy man. Better not to discuss it.”


    Matthew frowned thoughtfully before murmuring, “Unworthy? Are you sure?”


    As their conversation continued, they stepped into the elevator.


    Meanwhile, at the entrance of Gourmet Spot, another group arrived. Leah, holding onto Bruce’s arm, stepped inside. But as they walked, she suddenly lost her footing, nearly falling backward.


    Bruce reacted instantly, catching her around the waist. “You really need to be more careful,” he scolded, though his tone wasced with indulgence.


    Leah’s cheeks flushed, her eyes gleaming as she looked up at him. “I was just worried about keeping your parents waiting.”


    “A few minutes won’t make a difference,” Bruce reassured her, guiding her toward the elevator.


    Leah followed obediently, but as they moved, her gaze flickered to a familiar figure in the distance.


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