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    “Y-yes. Right away.” Robert nodded so vigorously it looked painful. He then spun on his heel and practically bolted from the room.


    After Robert left, Matias stepped forward, his posture upright and respectful. “Sir, I have already intercepted the Burgess father and daughter.”


    Nate barely nced his way. “Bring some warm water.”


    “Understood.”


    It did not take long for Matias to return with a cup, the thin curl of steam rising from the rim. Nate held it for a moment, testing the warmth against his palm before cing it carefully into Corrine’s hands. “Warm yourself.”


    Meanwhile, across the building, in another wing entirely, Brannon was halfway through his usual ttery when Andromache’s phone buzzed. She nced at the screen, the name shing across it causing her eyes to narrow. Leah.


    “What did you say? Nate is back?”


    Even though Andromache’s voice remained measured, her grip on the phone tightened slightly, a flicker of shock breaking through her carefullyposed mask.


    She had always assumed Nate’s attention toward that woman was fleeting—a passing distraction to entertain himself. Whether he was spoiling her out of boredom or curiosity, it made little difference. Men like Nate grew tired quickly, discarding ythings the moment the novelty wore off.


    But his sudden return to Lyhaton? That was a different story. It told Andromache one thing—Corrine meant far more to Nate than she had calcted.


    Her nephew, the one who had spent his life rejecting chains of any kind, the man who showed no mercy to enemies and rtives alike, had found a weakness.


    And a weakness, Andromache knew all too well, was more valuable than gold.


    A weakness could control a man. It could shatter his pride, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of him but scraps.


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    Leah’s hesitant voice came through the receiver. “Do you think Nate’s sudden return will disrupt our ns?”


    Andromache leaned back in her chair, eyes half-lidded, the edge of a mocking smile curling at her painted lips. Her fingers tracedzily over the smooth polish of her nails. “Do not forget, we still have evidence of Corrine’s intentional assault.”


    Her smile deepened, her curiosity piqued. Just how far would Nate be willing to go for Corrine?


    As Robert stepped into Brannon’s office, Andromache had just ended her phone call.


    Brannon spotted him and approached with a scowl. “What is it now?”


    Robert hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, someone wants to see you.”


    When Robert faltered, unable to produce a straight answer, Brannon exploded. “You don’t even know who it is, and you dare bother me? Are you out of your mind?”


    His foot shot out, catching Robert’s leg in a swift, frustrated kick. Robert flinched but remained where he stood, his hand awkwardly scratching at his head. “That person seemed important, so…”


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