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    A small, knowing smile flickered at the corner of Nate’s lips. He raised the ss and drained it in one smooth motion.


    “I’ve always wondered,” Moses mused, “why does it have to be 105 carats?”


    Nate shot him a look, his gaze sharp but silent, refusing to borate.


    Sensing Nate’s disinterest, Moses swiftly changed the subject. “By the way, the election for the head of the cab ising up. Don’t you think it’s time to start preparing?”


    “We’ll see,” Nate replied with a shrug, his tone detached.


    “If you don’t return, your family will fall into chaos,” Zack interrupted, his voice a little more urgent. “We’ll keep an eye on things in Lyhaton for you.”


    The original n had been for Nate to return to the Independent Continent after he ended his marriage arrangement. But he had dyed his departure for Corrine’s sake.


    Normally, his absence wouldn’t cause chaos. But if he missed the election, it would stir a storm that would be impossible to ignore.


    Moses observed Corrine as she hurried around the kitchen by herself. He couldn’t hold back a skeptical question. “Does Corrine really know how to cook?”


    Considering her background of wealth and luxury, where she likely never had to lift a finger in the kitchen, he doubted she even knew the difference between salt and sugar. He was certain that whatever she made would likely end up being some strange, unusual dish.


    Nate put down his wine ss, removed his diamond cufflinks, and casually rolled up his sleeves. “Being able to try her cooking is the greatest privilege you’ll ever have.”


    Moses didn’t seem impressed at all. Instead, he quietly started to pray to himself.


    Nate shot him a sharp look before stepping into the kitchen. “Need help?” he asked.


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    Without looking up, Corrine kept sorting through the freshly washed ingredients. “I’ve got it,” she said. “I guess I wasn’t thinking earlier—I forgot to invite them.”


    “Invite them? To spoil the mood?” Nate moved over, grabbed a knife, and began slicing the beef with smooth, practiced ease.


    Corrine turned her head just enough to nce at him. His tall, strong figure seemed to take up all the space in the kitchen. Even as he sliced the beef, his movements had an effortless grace, like everything he did was somehow refined and royal. It was almost mesmerizing.


    When he noticed her looking, Nate turned his head and asked, “What’s wrong?”


    “Nothing,” Corrine smiled and shook her head.


    Soon enough, with Nate’s help, four dishes were set out on the dining table.


    “Oh, and I made a cake too,” Corrine said as she turned toward the fridge.


    As she did, the edge of her dress identally knocked the box that Nate had left on the table. The box tumbled to the floor, spilling everything inside.


    The low light made it hard for her to immediately tell what had fallen. Reflexively, she bent down to pick it up. When her fingers touched the shiny aluminum wrapper, she read the words on it and felt her face go bright red. The item in her hand suddenly felt burning hot, as if it might scald her. In a panic, she tossed it aside.


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