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    Corrine seemed unaware of Andromache’s presence, still admiring the flower in her hand, a knowing smile on her face.


    Through the gaps in the nts, Andromache caught sight of her.


    At first, Andromache thought she was mistaken, but she circled the bushes and confirmed it was Corrine. Her eyes filled with disdain and irritation.


    “What are you doing here?” Andromache demanded.


    “I saw the courtyard gates open and walked in,” Corrine replied, turning toward her with an innocent look. “Is there a rule I’m missing?”


    Andromache lowered her gaze, hiding her disgust. Her lips twisted into a slight sneer. “You’re Nate’s future wife. If you wish, you can go anywhere—even this courtyard.”


    “Good to know you understand that,” Corrine responded without a hint of worry.


    As sharp as Corrine was, she immediately caught the sarcasm in Andromache’s voice.


    But Corrine knew exactly how to get under people’s skin.


    Instead of reacting angrily, Corrine remained calm, leaving Andromache to simmer with frustration.


    Seeing that Corrine didn’t respond as expected, Andromache grew even more agitated.


    Her face twitched slightly as she took a deep breath, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t think that just because Nate wants to marry you, everything’s going to be smooth sailing. Being part of the Hopkins family isn’t a walk in the park, and the Hopkins elders might not even approve. The real challenge is still ahead of you.”


    Corrine continued ying with the petals of the crabapple flower, her voice calm and emotionless. “You’re right. I’m used to stepping aside when things get tough. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll just move on. There are plenty of other men in the world.”


    Given Nate’s position, not only ordinary women from the Independent Continent but even the proud heiress of the Quinn family would humble themselves before him.


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    Among the daughters of prestigious families, who wouldn’t dream of marrying Nate? Yet, it was the first time Andromache had ever heard anyone talk about him so casually, almost dismissively.


    Plenty of men in the world?


    How could any of those menpare to Nate?


    Andromache gritted her teeth, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Miss Hond, you really know how to talk! I bet you never run out of admirers.”


    Corrine’s gazezily scanned the bodyguards standing behind Andromache before she lowered her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips, as if she knew something unspoken. “Some things are better left unsaid when everyone already knows the truth.”


    As Andromache opened her mouth to speak, Corrine quickly cut her off. “We’ve been talking for a while. Why don’t we head to another courtyard for some coffee and take in the view there? You might find something surprising.”


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