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    Moses’ voice came through, brimming with excitement. “Nate, we justnded a massive shipment. We’re going to make a fortune!”


    While Moses practically radiated enthusiasm, Nate remained unfazed, his expression unreadable. “Put Zack on the line.”


    Moses did not hesitate, handing the phone over. “Here, it’s for you.”


    Zack took the phone with a smirk, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. “This shipment is too big to move quietly. If Jonathan catches wind of it, we’re looking at another all-out war.”


    It was a shipment worth tens of billions.


    Nate’s eyes darkened, an icy glint shing through them. “Do I really need to teach you how to handle someone like him?”


    Zack let out a low chuckle, exhaling a plume of smoke. “Understood.”


    They were never the good guys to begin with, and handling people like Jonathan—who was just as ruthless—was second nature to them.


    After ending the call, Nate returned to the sofa, only to find Corrine fast asleep.


    He watched her for a long moment, a quiet smile ying at the corners of his mouth. With a soft sigh, he murmured, “This heartless woman… After all this time together, how has she not realized I am that guy?”


    In the quiet depths of her slumber, Corrine found herself drifting through a dream that felt almost tangible, as though she were slipping through the seams of reality. She was transported back to that long, harrowing night in Forestvale, five years ago.


    The air hung heavy, thick with the acrid scent of blood and gunpowder. Fallen bodies, victims of the violence that had unfolded, writhed in agony upon the cold earth. No matter how swiftly she shot back, death was always a step ahead. It was a brutal reminder of her helplessness, a cruel spectator to the fleeting nature of life.


    Just as doubt began to settle in, a bullet shot through the air, hurtling toward her with deadly intent. Before she could even react, a shadow darted toward her, pulling her into a rough embrace, mming her to the ground. The impact sent them crashing through the basement window, tumbling into the dark abyss of an old, forgotten cer.


    The ce was a ckened void, as though the darkness itself had been swallowed whole. A faint, unsettling scent hung in the air, and the rustling of unseen dangers echoed from the corners of the room.


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    Though the shadows obscured her vision, Corrine’s instincts red. She could feel the danger creeping closer, like a predator drawing near. Her body tightened, ready for action, but as she reached for her side, her hand found nothing but emptiness. Her dagger was gone.


    Sensing her unease, the man beside her spoke in a voice that was both steady and soft, like a calm breeze cutting through a sweltering summer day. “Don’t worry.”


    “Are you from Chadand?” The familiar cadence of his voice brought a sliver offort to Corrine’s anxious heart.


    His reply was a subtle murmur, a slight acknowledgment, but it was enough to assure her. For the remainder of that tumultuous night, he was like a silent guardian, shielding her from harm, crafting a sanctuary in the heart of the storm.


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