?Chapter 987:


    Earlier, when bouquets of flowers were delivered to Corrine’s office, the employees had whispered about the senders. Then, handsome, charming men came to visit her one after another. They suspected these men were fighting for the attention of their mysterious CEO.


    Some had even ced secret bets on who would win her heart. Some wagered on Zeke, others on Hodge, but no one dared bet on Nate. To them, Nate in his ck suit seemed too distant and unreachable, like a deity above earthly desires.


    So when they saw Corrine and Nate leaving together, hand in hand, they couldn’t help but marvel at how their CEO had captured such a man’s heart.


    In the underground parking lot, Saul waited by the car. When he saw Corrine and Nate, he opened the door and climbed into the driver’s seat.


    Corrine and Nate got in one after the other. As Corrine pushed her hair behind her ear, Nate suddenly pulled her onto hisp and kissed her fiercely. His kiss was both urgent and controlled.


    Corrine’s fingers curled as she tried to keep up, but she felt overwhelmed. His kiss came at her like a storm, wild and consuming, as if he wanted to take everything from her.


    Up front, Saul quietly raised the partition.


    There were rumors that Nate wasn’t interested in women, but clearly, that wasn’t true!


    Only when Corrine’s lips went numb did Nate finally pull away.


    He looked down at Corrine, who was gasping for air. His dark eyes were filled with intensity and authority. His thumb lightly brushed over her lips, his gaze swirling with emotion.


    Just then, Corrine’s phone rang. It was Natasha. “Miss Hond, there’s another bouquet of roses for you.”


    Corrine let out a quiet sigh and replied without thinking, “Throw them away.”


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    After hanging up, she met Nate’s amused stare.


    “Miss Hond, you sure know how to captivate men,” he teased, though jealousyced his words.


    Corrine chuckled softly, her smile calming. “It just means you have great taste, Mr. Hopkins,” she replied.


    It was evening at Celtis Estate. Corrine went into the closet to grab her clothes before heading for the shower.


    Just then, the phone on the bedside table buzzed once. Then, it vibrated again, followed by a third buzz in quick session. She walked over to the bedside, picked up her phone, and saw messages from an unknown number.


    After reading them, Corrine’s eyes narrowed, a cold spark shing in them.


    “I know you hate me, but your bodyes from your parents. You can’t sever blood ties. You may avoid me, but can you really stand by when your mother’s belongings are thrown away?”


    “Those were her most treasured things. Don’t they deserve to be kept as memories?”


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