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    Moses smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. He cast a quick nce toward the back row, where Nate sat. “Why rush in? This is the perfect moment for someone else to y the hero. Let them handle it.”


    Following his gaze, Karina spotted Nate. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes never left Corrine. At that moment, she understood.


    Nate remained silent, his face giving nothing away. Then, he turned to Zack and spoke calmly. “Look into…”


    Zack didn’t need further rification. “Adalynn?” Nate gave a slight nod.


    He wasn’t one for mercy or meaningless revenge. If someone crossed him, he wouldn’t just strike back—he would dismantle them, piece by piece. Killing was too easy. True satisfaction came from watching someone crumble, their life reduced to nothing but emptiness. It was like snapping their bones, slowly, deliberately, until they finally shattered under the weight of it all.


    And now, these fools dared to ridicule Corrine? Did they even know who they were dealing with? Did they really think she cared about their shallow status and fleeting wealth?


    “You want proof? I can give it to you.”


    Corrine’s voice cut through the tension like ice. Cold. Unshaken.


    Adalynn’s breath caught.


    Corrine had proof?


    Adalynn’s hands balled into fists, struggling to keep her expressionposed.


    Corrine’s voice remained steady. “Anyone who follows Redamancg knows that this Christmas, the brand is unveiling a couture collection inspired by the four seasons. Each design incorporates elements like wind, rain, thunder, lightning, snow, frost, clouds, ice, rainbow, and dew, blended with constetions. The final collection isplete. The draft you’re holding? It was nothing more than a rejected concept for the ‘wind’ theme.”


    Creativity wasn’t just about raw talent. It demanded fresh ideas. It thrived on the ability to surprise.


    After breaking up with Bruce, Corrine had thrown herself into this project. She had worked tirelessly. But when it came to capturing the essence of “wind,” she had found herself stuck.


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    The problem wasn’t just ack of inspiration. The real challengey in the nature of “wind” itself. It was something felt, something described in words—but rarely had anyone sessfully turned it into a visual masterpiece.


    That changed when Wi approached her.


    Corrine had drawn from Wi’s performance as the Wind Spirit in one of her films. Her movements, her presence—it had all sparked an idea Corrine had been searching for.


    As she spoke, the energy in the crowd shifted. Faces tightened with uncertainty. Had Adalynn really stolen Corrine’s work? Redamancg’s seasonal collection was one of the most anticipated releases of the year. Ever since it was announced, spection had run wild. The designs were rumored to be the work of the elusive Corry, a designer shrouded in mystery. And now, listening to Corrine, it was clear she understood the collection at an intimate level. Could it be that she was Corry?


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