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    But Corrine didn’te toward them. Instead, she walked straight to the dark purple Lykan Hypersport.


    The window of the car rolled down slowly, revealing Jonathan’s handsome face.


    His looks were as striking as Nate’s, and even in the low light, his features seemed more intense and sharp.


    Jonathan raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously. “Well, Miss Hond, what a surprise.”


    “Did you enjoy the show, Mr. Martel?” Corrine asked, her face showing both amusement and a hint of challenge.


    “Miss Hond, your fighting skills are something else. Truly, you’re a heroine among women,” Jonathan said. “How about a ride?”


    “Why not?” Corrine agreed.


    She opened the door, sliding into the car with grace.


    Jonathan watched her, a yful smile curling his lips. “Miss Hond, aren’t you afraid I might have ulterior motives?”


    Corrine looked at him, her face calm and unbothered. “Would you?”


    Jonathan stared at her for a moment before letting out a quietugh. “No, I would never hurt you.”


    “Do you have a crush on me, Mr. Martel?” Corrine raised an eyebrow, ncing at him out of the corner of her eye.


    Jonathan nodded without missing a beat. “Yes, I do. Quite a bit.”


    Corrine didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulled out her phone and quickly typed a message to Natasha. “I need the news on Burgess Group’s bankruptcy by tomorrow morning.”


    Startled, Natasha shot up in bed, her fingers racing over the keyboard. “What happened? What’s going on?”


    They had nned to acquire Burgess Group, but that was still a month away. Why the sudden urgency?


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    Besides, Burgess Group had been a major yer in Lyhaton for years.


    It had a strong foundation.


    Burgess Group wasn’t apany that could easily go bankrupt.


    With her eyes lowered, Corrine typed slowly, each word deliberate. “If everything goes ording to n, we’ll hear that Corey’s been arrested by tomorrow morning.”


    Natasha sensed something was off but didn’t dare to ask. “Got it.”


    After setting her phone down, Corrine heard Jonathan chuckle beside her. “Does that old man have a radar on him?”


    Corrine frowned and followed his gaze, spotting Jacob’s car in the distance.


    The coldness in her eyes softened, reced by a slight warmth. “Looks like I won’t need your help after all, Mr. Martel.”


    “Miss Hond, my car isn’t a taxi you can just hop in and out of,” Jonathan said with a yful tone. “Hold on.”


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