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    Nate saw her weariness and softly touched her cheek. “Are you tired?”


    “Mm,” Corrine mumbled, her eyes growing heavy.


    Noticing how sleepy she was, Nate frowned and gently lifted her. “Get some rest. I’ll wake you when we’re there.”


    As he spoke, he realized she hadn’t responded. Looking down, Nate saw she had already drifted off to sleep.


    Six hourster, the ne touched down smoothly at the airport on the Independent Continent.


    The cabin door swung open, and the group made their way down the gangway.


    The Independent Continent, surrounded by water on three sides, was known for its stunning views.


    It was the peak of summer, and as they stepped off the ne, a st of hot, humid air hit them. It left them feeling restless and uneasy for no clear reason.


    Nearby, a row of Rolls-Royces stood in perfect order, like a line of silent sentinels.


    On one side of the gangway, a person in a blue suit waited. His hair was slicked back, and he wore frameless sses that added to his air of effortless elegance.


    Presley Hopkins froze when he saw Nate and Corrine holding hands. Although Saul had given him a heads-up, seeing it for himself still left him inplete disbelief.


    On the Independent Continent, there were plenty of rumors about Nate. Some imed he was uninterested in women, while others said he preferred men. A few bold, richdies had even tried to flirt with him, but they were quickly kicked out and sternly warned. Not only did they lose face, but their families were also brought into shame.


    For a long time, even Nate’s subordinates wondered if he had some hidden physical problem.


    Now that the rumors were proven false, they couldn’t quite wrap their heads around it.


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    Noticing Nate’s sharp look, Presley quickly straightened up and greeted them with respect. “Mr. Hopkins, Miss Hond.”


    Nate gave a small nod, and then, still holding Corrine’s hand, bent down to get into the car.


    As Presley took the wheel, he asked, “Mr. Hopkins, are we going to the family mansion?”


    Nate’s voice was low and firm. “To my quarters.”


    Presley nodded, but his eyes briefly met Corrine’s in the rearview mirror.


    Ralph had heard about Corrine for a long time.


    Although many people had been sent to investigate her, they came back with nothing. Even those sent by the Elder Council to Lyhaton were turned away by Nate.


    Now, bringing her straight to his quarters made it clear just how important she was to him.


    As the car approached the airport exit, a group of uniformed officers was performing routine checks on the vehicles. But as soon as they saw Nate’s license te, they immediately stood at attention and let them pass without a second nce.


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