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    Nate said nothing. With his hand shoved deep into his pocket, he strode forward, every step echoing with quiet authority.


    In front of the interrogation room, Wilbur stood guard. His posture stiffened when he spotted Nate, the sudden appearance taking him off guard. Surprise flickered across his face for only a moment before it gave way to eager anticipation. Finally. He could once again watch with his own eyes as a big shot personally took down those ignorant fools.


    Nate’s voice cut through the air like a de. “Open the door.”


    His tone, low and even, carried the weight of unspoken threat. The air seemed to thin around them, and even Wilbur’s fingers trembled slightly as he hurried toply. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open.


    The door swung wide, revealing the bright interior. Nate’s eyes locked onto Corrine almost instantly. There she was, seated with her hands cuffed in front of her.


    A dangerous chill settled over the room, the temperature plummeting by degrees as Nate stepped inside.


    Corrine lifted her gaze, and for a brief moment, the coldness in her own eyes melted away, reced by a soft, almost tender smile. “Why did youe back so suddenly?”


    “Why did you not tell me when they were treating you unfairly?” His voice had softened slightly, though the undercurrent of steel never left it. Slowly, he knelt down on one knee, lowering himself until his gaze met hers.


    Corrine’s lips curved in a faint smile, her voice light despite the situation. “I did not want to distract you with trivial matters.”


    A muscle in Nate’s jaw tensed. “There is nothing about you I could ever ignore.”


    His hand reached out, his fingers brushing gently against her cheek before curling around her cuffed hands.


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    Feeling the icy touch of her hand, Nate’s brow furrowed, a flicker of coldness crossing his face. His voice dropped, sharp andmanding. “Remove the handcuffs.”


    The order had barely settled in the air when Robert, arriving a moment toote, stepped in. “That is impossible. Mr. Stevens gave strict instructions—”


    Nate’s gaze lifted, slow and deliberate. The casual sweep of his eyes alone was enough to make Robert feel as if an invisible hand had wrapped around his throat, tightening with every second. The rest of his words withered before they could leave his mouth.


    “I said, remove them.” Nate’s voice, colder than before, cut through the room like a winter draft. “Do not make me repeat myself.”


    A tremor ran down Robert’s spine. His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his stiff body inching forward. Fingers trembling slightly, he fumbled with the key until the cuffs finally clicked open.


    Without a word, Nate slipped off his coat and gently draped it over Corrine’s shoulders, the gesture protective, almost tender. “Tell your deputy director toe see me.”


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