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    Willing to drop their guard and open up… It was a truly touching idea.


    Corrine’s expression softened, a flicker of warmth crossing her face. “Could you wrap up a bouquet of lisianthus for me too?”


    “Of course,” the assistant replied with a nod.


    While waiting for the flowers, Corrine sat down in a wicker chair by therge window that stretched from floor to ceiling.


    Out of nowhere, something soft and furry brushed against her leg, making her jump. She looked down and saw a pair of striking blue eyes staring up at her. It was a gorgeous Ragdoll cat.


    The cat stared at her and then let out a soft “meow,” arching its back as it rubbed against her leg. A gentle purr could be heard as it nuzzled closer.


    Amused by its attention, Corrine instinctively reached down and scratched its chin. The softness of its fur under her fingers melted her heart right away.


    The cat’s behavior brought back memories of the one she had as a child. She had cared for it with so much love, sharing her life with it until the tragic day it drowned in the swimming pool. After that, she had kept her distance from cats.


    “Its name is Amber,” the assistant said, noticing how Corrine was interacting with the cat. “Usually, she won’t let anyone near her but me. She’s pretty distant. If she’s acting this friendly, it means she really likes you.”


    A small smile appeared on Corrine’s lips.


    Soon, the assistant handed her the two bouquets. After paying, Corrine left the shop, flowers in hand.


    As she drove out of the parking lot, a in ck sedan slowly pulled out from the shadows.


    Inside, the driver spoke quietly. “Do you really think our boss is interested in her?”


    Bleacher shot him a cold look. “Follow the boss’s orders, no questions.”


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    “I’m just curious,” the driver replied. “Besides, two of our men got taken down because of her. If something happens to me, I’d at least like to know why before I’m gone.”


    For a while now, Jonathan had been acting like a silent observer, keeping a close watch on Corrine.


    Even after the failure of his two men, Jonathan hadn’t let it go. He had given strict orders: “No acting on your own, no harm to her, and no disruptions.”


    It wasn’t just surveince; it was more like guarding her.


    Bleacher couldn’t understand what Jonathan was up to. Frustrated, he simply followed the instructions. “Stay back. Don’t let her spot us.” They prided themselves on being discreet, but even they couldn’t escape Corrine’s sharp instincts. A small, cold smile curled at her lips as she suddenly sped up, weaving through the traffic to lose them. But the ck car quickly closed the gap again, a sh of cold determination in Corrine’s eyes.


    Out of nowhere, two ck Hummers appeared, nking her car and slowly edging closer, clearly trying to force her to stop.


    Bleacher’s frown deepened as he saw the Hummers. “Did the boss send backup?”


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