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    “And what else?” Nate prompted, his voice soft but insistent.


    Corrine raised an eyebrow, her smile turning sly. “Aside from their appearance, the rest is just pieced together. I’d bet you won’t be able to trace their owner.”


    Presley’s eyes narrowed, a sh of disdain flickering across his face. “Miss Hond, you might not realize this, but even custom-built cars leave a trail. The framework, the engine—they all have their own unique codes. If we follow those, we can uncover something.”


    “Really?” Corrine’s voice was sharp, her smile cutting through the air like a de.


    Her smile was not threatening, yet it had a razor-like edge.


    Presley’s throat tightened, his words caught in his chest.


    Just then, Presley’s phone rang.


    Without thinking, he answered, his voiceced with an undercurrent of annoyance. “Speak.”


    The caller was a bodyguard who had stayed behind to deal with the aftermath of the incident.


    The brief report that followed left Presley frozen, his grip tightening on the wheel as he mmed the brakes, halting the car abruptly.


    Presley’s eyes widened, filled with disbelief as he turned to look at Corrine.


    When the call ended, he slowly regained hisposure, his gaze now locked on Corrine, his voice tight and uncertain. “Could it be… that you’re the mastermind behind all this?”


    Before he could finish, Saul, seated beside him, smacked him hard on the back of the head. “What nonsense are you spouting?”


    Was Presley trying to get himself killed? using Corrine right in front of Nate! Did he have a death wish?


    Presley, realizing toote what he had just blurted out, felt an awkwardness settle over him,pletely at a loss for words.


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    Presley pressed his lips together and asked, “Miss Hond, if you don’t mind me asking, how did you figure it out?”


    Earlier, his subordinate had called to say the codes on the frameworks and engines had been tampered with, making it impossible to track anything. If Corrine wasn’t behind this, how did she manage to predict it?


    Corrine didn’t seem to mind Presley’s earlier boldness. She answered calmly, “I guess it was just a lucky guess.”


    Presley went quiet. He took a deep breath, steadied himself, and changed his approach. His tone softened, showing respect. “What do you think their goal was in doing this?”


    It was obvious they were after Nate. Still, Presley couldn’t understand why they went to such extreme lengths.


    Reassembling a car wasn’t easy. It became even trickier when you added an autonomous driving system.


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