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    “Do you like it?” Nate’s voice broke her thoughts as he approached and casually draped his arm around her slim waist.


    Corrine nced at him. “It’s not about liking. Your extravagance is just a bit overwhelming.”


    Nate, still holding her waist, gently guided her toward the sofa. “There are more upstairs. Want to see them?”


    “Maybe another time,” Corrine said, stifling a yawn.


    Nate raised an eyebrow, his expression softening. “Tired?”


    “Yeah,” she admitted, her eyes darting for a moment. She quickly covered, not wanting him to notice anything. “I guess I haven’t been sleeping welltely.”


    “You should head to your room and get some rest,” Nate suggested, gently brushing her cheek.


    Corrine nodded, and he led her to a bedroom on the third floor. After freshening up, she climbed into bed, forcing herself to stay awake long enough to jot down some thoughts.


    Her entry read, “October 25th, a bright, clear day. I traveled to the Independent Continent with Nate. But today, I felt unusually exhausted—probably a side effect of the special medicine.”


    As Corrine typed thest period, exhaustion took over, and she drifted into a deep sleep.


    The door creaked open without a sound.


    A tall figure moved toward her, step by step.


    Nate gazed at her, his eyes soft, filled with silent affection.


    He bent down and softly kissed her forehead.


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    As he turned to leave, his foot grazed Corrine’s phone, making it slip from its ce.


    The next morning, when Corrine awoke, sunlight was already streaming through the windows, marking thete hour—nine in the morning.


    For a fleeting moment, shey there, staring nkly at the ceiling, before the events of the previous night rushed back into her mind. Snapping out of her daze, she hurried to freshen up and gather her belongings.


    As she reached for her bag, she noticed something unexpected—her phone, neatly ced on the bedside table.


    Had she ced it there before she fell asleep? But she quickly dismissed the confusion and strode out of the bedroom.


    Descending the grand spiral staircase, she was caught off guard by the sight of three men seated in the living room beside Nate. Two of them were familiar—Moses and Zack—but the third was a stranger.


    Dressed in a tailored pinstriped suit, the man exuded effortless elegance. His sharp, chiseled features lent him an air of aristocratic charm.


    He sat with one leg draped over the other, his arm casually resting on the back of the chair, fingers curled around a cigar with practiced ease. Sensing movement, he caught sight of Corrine from the corner of his eye. His gray-blue eyes swept over her with a silent, aggressive assessment.


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