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    Though she hated to end the call, Corrine saw the weariness in Nate’s eyes. She gently urged him, “You just got off the ne. Get some rest.”


    “You should get some rest too,” Nate said.


    “Okay,” she replied softly.


    Once the call ended, the warmth in Nate’s eyes disappeared, reced by his usual icy demeanor. He lifted his gaze, cold and calcting, and ordered Matias, “Find out who she met today.”


    “Understood, sir!” Matias answered quickly.


    Corrine finished packing, stepped outside, and walked along the road as she waited for her driver to pick her up.


    As she walked along the quiet road, she spotted a dark purple Lykan Hypersport cruising slowly on the other side.


    Her eyes sharpened for a moment, but she quickly looked away and kept walking.


    The night had settled in, and the streets were eerily empty.


    The once vibrant, thick shrubs now looked eerie and unnerving in the dark.


    Corrine, walking alone, stood out like a figure in the shadows.


    Out of nowhere, footsteps echoed behind her. Corrine raised an eyebrow, noticing a man’s shadow creeping up on the wet pavement.


    Her eyes narrowed, a sharp glint shing in them.


    Just as he was about to get close, she quickly dodged to the side and swung her bag hard at his face.


    The man was caught off guard by her fast move, pausing for a split second.


    But before he could react, Corrine’s high heel mmed into his stomach with full force.


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    He groaned and crumpled to the ground, falling to his knees.


    His face turned red with pain as he clutched his stomach.


    “What are you waiting for? Get her!”


    At hismand, a group of rough-looking men stepped out from the bushes, each holding a metal pipe. They red at Corrine with malice in their eyes.


    Eight men closed in around her.


    But Corrine stood her ground, unfazed. She calmly tied her hair into a low ponytail using the stic band on her wrist.


    One of the men, sporting a scorpion tattoo on his arm, eyed her up and down. “You’re quite a beauty, but someone’s not too happy to see you.”


    Corrine’s lips curled into a confident smile, her eyes sparkling with a cold edge. “If you’re going to make a move, do it all at once.”


    The man with the scorpion tattoo sneered and waved his hand. “Let’s see if you can back up that tough talk!” At his signal, the men rushed at Corrine.


    Meanwhile, Jonathan sat in the dark purple Lykan Hypersport by the side of the road.


    With his arm resting on the window, he watched the scene unfold, a smirk ying on his face.


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