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    Waldo didn’t blink. He simply tossed the reports aside like they were nothing, reached into his briefcase, and slid another document across the table. “These…”


    “These are my findings. These eight individuals? Criminal records. All of them. Repeat offenders who didn’t reform—instead, they formed a gang, sinking deeper into illegal activities. So tell me, since you’re so well-versed in thew… shouldn’t their sentences be considered too?”


    His words hit like a sledgehammer. Brannon went rigid, stiff as a concrete b.


    The thick silence stretching between them only worsened the sweat beading on his skin and the unsteady rise and fall of his breath. It was suffocating.


    No one had informed him of this.


    If Waldo’s ims were true, this case wasn’t as airtight as he’d believed. It needed thorough reinvestigation.


    And with the recent crackdown on organized crime by the government, mishandling this? It could cost him everything.


    Then, from the corridor outside, came the crisp, rhythmic click of high heels.


    Each step grew louder, closer, unsettling in every way.


    The individuals in the meeting room instinctively shifted their attention toward the door.


    With a soft creak, the door opened, and in walked Andromache. Her male assistant and Leah nked her, each walking with purposeful strides.


    “I didn’t anticipate such arge turnout,” Andromache remarked, her tone deceptively mild.


    Her eyes flicked over to Nate, feigning surprise. “Nate, you’re here as well? What brings you back here? If word gets out, it might raise some eyebrows.”


    Nate’s demeanor remained unchanged as he answered coolly, “Is a matter so trivial worthy of your personal involvement?”


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    “Anything that involves Miss Hond holds weight,” Andromache replied, her gaze lowering as if to shield the coldness in her eyes. She casually seated herself on a nearby sofa. “Miss Hond is cherished by Evelyn; she even gifted her the family heirloom jade bracelet, treating her as one of the Hopkins family. How could I turn a blind eye when something affects a member of our family?”


    At these words, Corrine’s gaze slowly lifted, her dark eyes locking onto Andromache.


    It was clear: Andromache was no ordinary woman. She knew everything about the situation, down to the smallest detail.


    Sensing Corrine’s fixed stare, Andromache smiled, as if expecting something. “Miss Hond, do you have ament to make?”


    Corrine’s smile was subtle yet meaningful as she responded, “It’s curious, really—youe across as so ordinary, but you’re remarkably well-informed, knowing all these private details.”


    For a moment, Andromache’s smile faltered, her nce darting toward Nate.


    When she found him unmoved, a sigh of relief passed through her. Turning back to Corrine, her eyes now held an icy edge, betraying her true feelings.


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