?Chapter 1093:


    Nate’s expression shifted ever so slightly. “Go on, then. Let’s hear it.”


    Jax chuckled lightly, though the soundcked warmth. “Oh, nothing but baseless rumors. If you’re curious, perhaps you and Miss Hond could visit my ce for coffee.”


    “If the chance arises, I’d love to visit and have a look at your renowned jade collection,” Nate said.


    “I have matters to attend to. I’ll take my leave.”


    As Jax stepped out of Moonlight za, an inexplicable wave of relief washed over him. After all these years, the young head of the Hopkins family had be even more formidable. No wonder he had quelled the family’s internal strife single-handedly five years ago.


    “Sir, should we look into Miss Hond’s background?” Jax’s assistant ventured cautiously, studying his expression. “She likelyes from an extraordinary background. It could be to our advantage, but if—”


    Jax cut him off with a quiet snort. “She has Nate’s protection. Even if they dug up something valuable, the Foster family wouldn’t dare touch Corrine.”


    He took a deep breath, feeling somewhat weary as he leaned back in his seat, fidgeting with the two walnuts in his hand. “Do you believe there are people in this world who look exactly alike?” That brief glimpse in the crowd had felt like a hallucination.


    But now, after seeing her up close, a wild, unsettling thought had rooted itself in his mind.


    The assistant nced at Jax through the rearview mirror, hesitant. “True coincidences are rare, sir. Most things in this world… they’re carefully orchestrated.”


    “Carefully orchestrated,” Jax echoed, his eyes narrowing. The words hung in the air like smoke, lingering and unshakable.


    His phone buzzed, cutting through his thoughts.


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    ncing down, he saw the message on the screen: “Did you see her?” The simple text sent an icy jolt through his heart.


    His hand tightened around the walnuts until his knuckles paled. His pupils trembled.


    Before he could respond, another message appeared. “Remember your promise years ago.”


    Jax stared at the screen, silent. His mind churned. Only when the screen dimmed did he blink, slowly returning to himself.


    “Sir?” His assistant, noticing his pallor, spoke with concern.


    Jax looked up, his gaze distant. Then, unexpectedly, heughed. It was a hollow, knowing sound. “It is all meant to be.”


    As Corrine and Nate left Moonlight za, Herbert watched them go, his forced smile barely holding.


    Once they were in the car, Corrine turned to Nate. “Herbert didn’t look well.”


    “He got what he deserved,” Nate replied without a flicker of sympathy.


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