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    Presley opened his mouth to say more, but Saul nced at his watch. “It’s time. Let’s go.”


    “Almost forgot about the main task!” Presley said, quickly opening the car door and getting in.


    Back at the Grand Pce, Corrine slipped off her heels, walked barefoot to the living room sofa, and let herself sink into its softness. Nate shrugged off his suit jacket, took off his cufflinks, and rolled up his sleeves with ease.


    “Have you ever modified a Mercedes G63 6X6?” he asked. That was the same model as the off-road vehicle that had charged at them earlier.


    Corrine grabbed a cushion, ced it under her head, and watched as Nate headed for the kitchen. “I saw Jules modify one.”


    “Were you involved?” Nate asked, bringing her a ss of fresh orange juice.


    “No,” Corrine replied. “I just customized a G-Wagon based on Jules’ methods.”


    Nate raised an eyebrow, his expression showing no surprise at her answer.


    After all, Corrine was never a fragile heiress—she was a woman with a strong will.


    She took the juice from Nate, sipping it slowly and enjoying the perfect sweetness.


    Her eyes slightly narrowed in satisfaction. “You don’t seem surprised by this incident,” she said.


    Nate lowered his gaze, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve faced dangers like this before. They don’t surprise me anymore.”


    His words were simple, brushing off the dangers he had faced over the years.


    Yet, somehow, they struck a chord in Corrine’s heart.


    When she chose to be with Nate, Jules had warned her about the countless enemies Nate had, many of whom schemed against him openly and in secret.


    But since being with him, Corrine hadn’t encountered any serious assassination attempts.


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    If someone wanted to make a move, Lyhaton was the perfect ce to do it.


    So why had they chosen to act on the Independent Continent instead? Was it to challenge Nate’s power or provoke him?


    Nate had just returned, and those hiding in the shadows couldn’t wait any longer. What would happen next?


    Corrine held her ss, her fingers lightly tracing the design on it. “Do you have any suspects?”


    “There are plenty of suspects,” Nate replied.


    His answer seemed to address her question, but it didn’t really provide a clear response. Still, it was enough to show that Nate hadn’t figured out who was behind it yet.


    The three modified vehicles had wiped away every trace, clearly determined not to leave any evidence behind.


    At that moment, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside.


    Corrinezily sat up and nced toward the door as a woman walked in.


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