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    The attackers’ numbers and unrelenting tactics began to wear Saul and Mandy down, leaving them unable to fully protect Corrine and Nate.


    Saul and Mandy exchanged worried nces, clearly concerned for their safety.


    Yet, to their surprise, Corrine and Nate seemed unfazed—one casually sipping coffee, the other watching the chaos with an air of indifference. Anyone who didn’t know better might have thought they were just bystanders watching a show.


    “These people are just wearing Saul and Mandy out on purpose,” Corrine said calmly.


    Nate nodded, casually taking off his diamond cufflinks. “Want to join the action?”


    “I do,” Corrine answered, pulling her hair back with a rubber band from her wrist. Her eyes briefly flicked to the cufflinks on the table. “Are those the ones I gave you?”


    “Yes,” Nate replied. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of them.”


    Just as he finished speaking, a group of intruders crashed through the window.


    Nate pulled Corrine close, wrapping his arm around her while lifting the curtain in one swift motion. The fabric billowed as if it had a will of its own. Seizing the moment, he used it to sweep up the shards of ss and flung them at their enemy with explosive force.


    “I guess that’s another favor I owe my fiancé,” Corrine murmured, resting against him. Her eyes held a soft warmth.


    Nate’s lips quirked into a small smirk. He leaned in, pressing a light kiss to her lips. “You can owe me for now,” he murmured, his voice carrying an effortless charm. “Just make sure you pay up—with interest.”


    A short distance away, Mandy found herself surrounded by a cluster of attackers. She let out a loud, exaggerated sigh.


    Even in the middle of all this chaos, those two still had time to flirt!


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    “Look out!” Mandy yelled suddenly. A de gleamed in the dim light, slicing downward in a deadly arc aimed straight at Nate.


    Corrine reacted instantly. Gripping Nate’s arm for support, she spun sharply,unching a powerful kick that struck the attacker’s neck with pinpoint precision.


    She arched a brow, a teasing glint in her eyes as a smirk yed at her lips. “Now we’re even.”


    Nate rolled up his sleeves in an unhurried manner, his movements smooth and deliberate. “How about we make it interesting with a contest?” he suggested, his tone easygoing despite the looming danger. Even now, he carried himself like the fight was just another game to win.


    “What kind of contest are we talking about?” Corrine asked, catching a glimpse of an attacker’s reflection in the ss.


    Without hesitation, she shoved Nate aside. Tilting her head slightly, she caught the assant’s wrist in a movement so smooth it almost looked effortless—yet it was anything but.


    Her lips still held a smile, but her gaze turned cold as ice.


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