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    She asked casually, “Where is that floral scenting from?”


    “It’s from the Winter Hall,” Mandy replied.


    Corrine followed her gaze, spotting a crabapple tree beyond the wall. Logically, it should have stretched toward the sun. Instead, its branches bent toward the Winter Hall, never crossing the courtyard boundary.


    Clearly, it had been deliberately shaped.


    Following Corrine’s line of sight, Mandy quickly exined, “The Hopkins family has an unwritten rule—each courtyard’s nts must stay within their designated space.”


    If nature itself was forced to conform, how much more so the people living here?


    What seemed like a simple gardening rule was, in truth, a reminder—know your ce, and never overstep.


    Corrine studied the tree for a moment before speaking. “The blossoms are lovely. Let’s take a look.”


    She stepped toward the courtyard of the Winter Hall. Mandy trailed behind, a nagging thought creeping into her mind. Was Corrine truly there to admire flowers? Or was she about to stir up even more trouble?


    As they walked leisurely forward, the Winter Hall loomed closer.


    This section of the estate housed not only Andromache but also the families of Nate’s uncles.


    Corrine’s bold entrance was like stepping into the lion’s den.


    From the moment they crossed the threshold, Mandy’s muscles tensed, her senses sharpening. She wasn’t just walking anymore—she was bracing for a storm.


    Sensing the tension radiating from her, Corrine let out a quiet chuckle, the corners of her lips curling into an amused smile. “Rx,” she murmured, her tone smooth yetmanding. “Stay calm.”


    Mandy noticed how rxed and at ease Corrine was, and she forced a smile.


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    Corrine seemed oddlyposed.


    Mandy had never seen anyone remain so unbothered in the presence of all these Hopkins family members.


    “The view here is lovely,” Corrine said, her tone serious.


    Mandy nced at her, her face showing a mix of confusion and surprise. The courtyard was far inferior to the front ones in both design and its integration with the surroundings. People here were eager to move to the better sections of the estate.


    Mandy had never heard anyonepliment the scenery here before.


    Corrine strolled over to the crabapple tree and broke off a branch.


    She gently held a blossom in her hand and inhaled its scent.


    Out of nowhere, a door opened, and the sound of high heels clicking against the floor echoed.


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