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    “It’s an anonymous package for Mr. Ashton,” the assistant answered, handing it to Bruce.


    Bruce frowned as he took it. “Is everything ready for the meeting?”


    The assistant nodded. “Yes, sir.”


    Bruce made his way to the conference room.


    As he walked, he opened the package in his hands.


    Inside, there was just a disc.


    He motioned for aptop, then slid the disc in. His face grew serious as he watched what yed.


    Meanwhile, Jules turned to Corrine. “Why send that video to Bruce?”


    “To make them turn on each other,” Corrine answered. “Watching former lovers be enemies is always interesting.”


    At the time, Leah had stolen Bruce away from her, partly because Tracy had encouraged it, but mainly because Leah had gone to great lengths to protect him.


    This had deeply moved Bruce.


    Even on their wedding day, when he found out Leah was fighting for her life due to severe bleeding, Bruce abandoned Corrine at the altar, leaving her to endure the scorn and ridicule of everyone around. How would Bruce feel if he found out Leah had nned it all just to win him back?


    Corrine took a sip of her coffee, her smile barely there. “Now that the Burgess family is in ruins and Leah’s stuck in prison with no one to help her, Bruce is all she has left. If he brings up divorce now, what do you think she’ll do?”


    Jules raised an eyebrow. “She’ll probably fight like crazy, trying to drag him down with her.”


    Just then, Corrine’s phone rang.


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    She nced at the caller, set her cup down, and stood. “I have to leave.”


    “Be careful,” Jules said, his tone serious.


    “Don’t worry,” Corrine replied.


    With the bright sun overhead and a soft breeze blowing, Corrine and Nate set off toward the Independent Continent.


    The flight from Lyhaton to the Independent Continent took about six hours.


    Their private jet was marked with the emblem of the Independent Continent.


    The design was sleek, shaped like a mountain peak, symbolizing how the Independent Continent stood high and untouchable, like a summit thatmanded respect and admiration—something people could only look up to in their lives.


    With its rich mineral resources, the Independent Continent’s stature was well-earned.


    Corrine watched the city grow smaller beneath them, fighting off a yawn.


    Lately, the medication had made her unusually sleepy. The drowsiness was a side effect of it.


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