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    This woman was clearly setting a trap, one with manyyers.


    “Since Evelyn holds you in such high regard, I naturally take an interest in your affairs,” Andromache remarked, her voice smooth, but carrying an unspoken threat.


    Corrine remained silent, her smile enigmatic, never wavering.


    Seeing theck of response, Andromache turned her attention to Brannon instead. “I’ve heard that Miss Hond caused some serious harm to a few men. Surely, it was an ident. My suggestion is this: I can mediate a private settlement. Miss Hond canpensate for medical bills and any emotional distress. What are your thoughts, Mr. Stevens?”


    Before Brannon could speak, a ruckus suddenly erupted at the door.


    Everyone in the room froze as a group of people stormed in.


    “Officer, you must intervene!”


    “My son is gravely injured, still lying in the hospital. You must arrest the culprit and deliver justice!”


    The air was thick with anguish as wails filled the room.


    Brannon was overwhelmed by the chaos, his face a portrait of helplessness. He nced at Andromache.


    After exchanging a look with her, he immediately realized the reason for this dramatic interruption.


    Clearing his throat, Brannon stepped forward and said, his tone firm, “We are conducting an investigation and will ensure that justice is served.”


    Andromache added, “Miss Hond, a private settlement would be the wisest course of action. This situation could turn very unfavorable for you if things escte.”


    At these words, Nate’s eyes narrowed, a warning flickering in his gaze as he turned toward Andromache.


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    Hearing her words, the group of agitated individuals now focused their ire on Corrine, their anger reignited.


    “You’re the one who hurt my son!” An elderly woman, her hair like silver threads, shot a venomous re at Corrine, as though ready to pounce. Wilbur quickly intervened, holding her back.


    Tears streamed down the woman’s face as she wailed, “How could you be so heartless? If anything happens to my son, you will pay!”


    “They brought it upon themselves. It has nothing to do with me,” Corrine answered, her voiceposed.


    Furious, the woman seized Wilbur’s shirt. “Officer, did you hear that? She just confessed! She’s showing no remorse! A person like her deserves harsh punishment!”


    Wilbur looked ufortable, his mind torn.


    Such blunt words only served to inme the situation further, and he knew it.


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