?Chapter 862:


    The Hummers were not as fortunate. Desperation drove them to swerve, tires skidding out of control. One mmed into the guardrail with a sickening crunch of metal, while the other barely scraped past the tank truck before spinning out.


    A smirk curled on Corrine’s lips as she caught sight of the wreckage in her rearview mirror.


    “Pathetic,” she mused, her tone dripping with disdain. “With skills like that, they think they can y ouw?”


    Trailing behind, Saul let out a slow exhale, unable to tear his eyes away from the spectacle. His subordinate, still reeling, let out an incredulousugh.


    “That was insane! She drives like she was born behind the wheel!”


    Even Bleacher, watching from a distance, muttered under his breath, “Damn. Hate to admit it, but I just got outssed by a woman.”


    Corrine barely had time to relish her victory when bright headlights shed from behind. A white Bentley Continental—the same car model as hers—crept up, signaling her to stop.


    Her grip tightened on the wheel. “Seriously? They never learn.” She was ready to floor the gas and disappear when the other Bentley smoothly overtook her.


    The window rolled down, revealing a familiar face. Zeke.


    “Miss Hond,” he called out casually. “I have reserved a private room at a restaurant. Care to join me for a meal?”


    Corrine’s gaze sharpened, her voice edged with frost. “No time.”


    Unfazed, Zeke merely chuckled. “I was covering for you just now. A life-saving favor in exchange for a meal— is that really too much to ask?”


    Her lips twisted into a sardonic smile. “How noble. You do favors just for a return?”


    “I simply believe in settling debts promptly,” he countered smoothly. “I will send you the location. Do not keep me waiting.”


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    With that, he rolled up his window and sped past her, leaving behind a trail of amusement in his wake.


    A notification popped up on her phone. She nced at the message and let out a dryugh.


    He did it on purpose.


    The restaurant he had chosen sat directly across from Nate’spany. Was he hoping to stir up trouble?


    She had no interest in entertaining his games, but she despised owing anyone. So, despite her reservations, she arrived on time.


    Parking her car in an inconspicuous spot, she walked two blocks to the restaurant, blending into the crowd.


    Inside, Zeke’s eyes gleamed as he spotted her. Her face was partially obscured by sunsses and a mask.


    “You know, this makes it look like we are sneaking around,” he mused with a grin.


    Corrine scoffed. “I am just avoiding unnecessary attention.”


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