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    “Forget it,” Corrine said, her expression as cold as ice. She watched as the truck’s doors swung open, revealing a group of men in ck moving toward them. Her eyes narrowed, a chilling gleam in them. “They picked this spot for a reason, hoping we’d be cut off and helpless, with no way to call for help.”


    “Miss Hond, Mr. Hopkins had them install a chip into your phone. It’s supposed to prevent any signal interference.”


    Mandy’s words trailed off as Corrine tossed her phone over. The weak signal on the phone screen indicated that the enemy had anticipated every possibility. Even with the anti-jamming chip Nate had installed, their opponents had prepared too well.


    “I don’t know this area well, but you do. Is there an escape route?” Corrine asked, pulling the rubber band from her wrist and tying her hair into a low ponytail. She nced at her outfit and silently thanked herself for wearing a suit. A dress would have been impractical in a situation like this.


    “The exit is sealed. We’re cornered.” Mandy spoke with remarkableposure. “The only way out is forward.”


    Ahead, therge truck blocked the path, with nearly a hundred opponents surrounding it. Escaping would require battling their way through the opponents. Corrine’s expression didn’t waver.


    “They’re after me. If that’s the case, they probably won’t kill me.”


    Herposure in such a tense moment caught Mandy, Saul, and Presley off guard, rendering them speechless. It was no wonder Nate had fallen in love with her. She was remarkable. Even in the face of danger, she remained unshaken. She spoke as if she were merely discussing the weather.


    “For someone who ims to steer clear of women, Nate surprises me by cing all his most trusted subordinates around one woman.”


    A rough voice echoed through the tunnel. “I recognize you as Nate’s loyal subordinates, skilled inbat, but can you take on a hundred opponents?”


    The group of men in ck parted, making way for a man in a white suit seated in an electric wheelchair. Hisplexion was sickly pale, but his sharp, menacing gaze fixated on Corrine.


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    “I see why Nate favors you,” he said. “Even here, you stand out—perhaps even more than the Quinn family’s heiress.”


    Once again, Corrine heard mention of the Quinn family heiress. Supposedly, the Quinn heiress was a great beauty. Corrine briefly wondered what the woman looked like, but more pressing matters were at hand. She kept her gaze fixed on the man and asked Mandy tly, “Who is he?”


    Mandy leaned in and whispered, “Darrion Hopkins from the recently bankrupted branch family. But he’s nothing now.”


    When Natemanded the eradication of the ninth coteral branch, he stripped them of their wealth and influence. The initial directive was to eliminate the threat of every member of the branch without dy, making it unusual for a frail man like him to have escaped.


    Mandy’s eyes flicked toward Presley. Nate had entrusted him with full control over the mission. Sensing her scrutiny, Presley rubbed his nose sheepishly. “I’m genuinely baffled by my men’s ipetence. Honestly, how did they manage to let someone as frail yet devious as Darrion escape during the raid?”


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