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    “Beautifuldy, may I have the honor of this dance?” A poised hand extended before her, and Corrine nced up to find Nate standing close, his presence effortless yetmanding. A faint smile graced her lips. “Of course.”


    The two stepped onto the dance floor, and the crowd instinctively parted, giving them space.


    The grand hall pulsed with elegant music, transforming the atmosphere into something almost surreal—an opulent dream of silk, chandeliers, and enchantment.


    The guests lost themselves in the melody’s allure, all except for one: Danna.


    After suffering Nate’s cold indifference, she had considered leaving in humiliation. But the thought of retreating while Corrine remained was unbearable. She was a well-off youngdy, not someone who could be so easily discarded. Aside from looks, in what way was she inferior to Corrine?


    If Corrine could stay, why should she flee in disgrace?


    Her eyes never left them, tracking their every move, jealousy twisting inside her as Nate’s hand rested on Corrine’s waist.


    The tempo of the music quickened, their steps following in perfect harmony.


    Then, suddenly, the entire hall was plunged into darkness.


    “Oh no—I…”


    A wave of panicked screams tore through the grand hall.


    Darkness swallowed the room, throwing the guests into chaos.


    “What happened?”


    “Why did the power go out?”


    Confusion spread like wildfire. People shoved and stumbled in their rush to escape the dimly lit space.


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    Amid the frantic crowd, someone unexpectedly pushed Corrine. Her high heels wobbled beneath her, and her bnce slipped as she toppled sideways.


    Just as she braced for impact, a firm arm hooked around her waist. Before she could react, she was pulled forcefully into a solid, unyielding embrace.


    “Let go!” Her sharp gaze shed with icy defiance.


    She bent her arm, aiming a swift jab at the man’s abdomen.


    But he was faster. Anticipating her move, he seized her wrist, twisted it behind her back, and effortlessly drew her closer.


    His voice,zy yetced with seduction, brushed against her ear. “How do you know I am not Nate?”


    Corrine’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Take a guess.”


    Before he could respond, she drove her heel down—hard—onto his foot.


    A sharp hiss of pain escaped Jonathan, but he did not retaliate. Instead, his grip remained firm. “Come with me, or I will make sure you leave. The choice is yours.”


    Corrine’s voice was cool, defiant. “And what if I refuse?”


    Jonathan let out a low chuckle, the arrogance in his tone undeniable. “Refusal is not an option.”


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