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    It struck him then—a realization as sharp as a de. The man who had once made the entire Elder Council shudder in fear was no longer invincible. He had a weakness now.


    For a long stretch, silence hung between them, thick and heavy. Eventually, Moses exhaled and muttered, “I hope she is worth it.” The call ended with a quiet click. As the elevator doors slid open, Nate stepped into the hallway.


    Conversations hushed around him, whispers weaving through the air with every step. Unbothered, Nate strode purposefully toward Corrine’s office.


    Before he even reached the door, he caught the unmistakable voice from inside—Zeke’s voice, smooth and casual. “Let’s have dinner together tonight.”


    The moment the words left Zeke’s mouth, a subtle shift rippled through the atmosphere. Matias, who stood behind Nate, stiffened instinctively.


    The change was imperceptible to most, but those who knew Nate understood all too well—someone had just stepped too far over the line.


    Inside the office, Zeke leaned back with an easy smile, clearly havinge well-prepared. “I even picked a ce right across from Ford Group,” he added smoothly. “And I already checked your schedule. So really, there is no reason for you to turn me down today.”


    Corrine’s brow twitched, irritation flickering across her face. “Zeke, we have met exactly once. I honestly have no idea where all this sudden interest ising from.”


    She threw him a puzzled look, genuinely confused by his persistence. “It seems you really don’t remember—” Before Zeke could finish, a cold, cutting voice sliced through the room like a de.


    “She does not need to remember.”


    That voice—even without looking up, Corrine’s heart recognized it instantly.


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    Her breath caught, her chest tightening as her eyes flew to the doorway. Nate stood there, tall andposed, his dark gaze locked directly onto her. The depth in his eyes was almost suffocating, as though he could see into her very soul.


    Swallowing the sudden tightness in her throat, Corrine forced herself to exhale slowly. She stepped forward, each movement deliberate, and reached for his hand.


    The instant her cool fingers brushed against his palm, Nate’s hand closed firmly around hers, his grip protective and unyielding, as though anchoring her to him.


    “I see my fiancée is quite the attraction,” Nate murmured, his sharp features softening ever so slightly.


    The words sounded yful, but the subtle edge of possessiveness in his tone was unmistakable.


    Corrine’s lips curved into a small smile. Her fingers gently curled against his palm. “I have excellent taste,” she said lightly. “He is not my type.”


    Zeke’s expression froze.


    Had he just been steamrolledpletely dismissed without a second thought?


    “Shall we have dinner together?” Nate’s voice lowered, intimate enough that only she could hear.


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