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    When Nate arrived at the entrance of the Spring Hall, he noticed that Andromache appeared lost in thought, her mind far away—so absorbed was she that she walked right past Nate without noticing him.


    Onlookers watched with a mix of amusement and anticipation.


    Luckily, Andromache’s bodyguard acted quickly, subtly tripping her and pulling her back to the present.


    Realizing Nate stood behind her, she quickly masked her emotions, lowering her gaze. “Apologies.”


    Nate said nothing, his hands in his pockets, as he moved forward, leading the way into the Spring Hall with everyone’s eyes trained on him.


    Andromache turned to her assistant. “Find out what’s happening with the stock exchange.”


    “Of course, Ms. Hopkins,” the assistant whispered.


    Andromache exhaled deeply, a bad omen gnawing at her as she entered the hall.


    She was distracted during the meeting. It was clear her mind was elsewhere. Bryant, ever observant, caught the subtle signs of her distraction, his lips curling into a faint, cold smile.


    Andromache, it seemed, still hadn’t mastered the art of hiding her emotions.


    Meanwhile, Corrine sat back in a chair, rxed as she sipped her coffee, savoring the calm before the storm, confident that her ns were well underway.


    Mandy stood beside her, quietly observing the fluctuating red line on her phone—the ever-shifting stock market trends.


    Hawk’s voice came through Corrine’s Bluetooth earpiece, tinged with concern. “Isn’t it a bit too risky to put all the funds into gold? I know you want to mess with Andromache’s stock transactions, but putting all our eggs in one basket is dangerous, don’t you think?”


    Corrine’s expression remained cool andposed. “Sell the long-term investments now.”


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    On the other end of the line, Hawk stuttered in disbelief, “What?”


    A raised eyebrow was all it took for Corrine’s gaze to sharpen,manding and resolute. “Don’t you trust me?”


    “Of course, I trust you,” Hawk said. He quickly sold all his stocks and bought the ones Corrine had mentioned.


    Corrine kept an eye on her phone, watching the stock prices rise and fall. She looked pleased, and when the prices shot up, her face lit up with a big smile. “Now, buy some gold shares. And remember, don’t hold any stock for more than ten minutes.”


    Hawk saw the money flowing into his ount and felt a rush of excitement.


    “Got it!”


    Darrion, bound to a chair, stared at Corrine, his face filled with confusion. Who was this woman really? Was she truly just a young woman from an ordinary background?


    After witnessing everything, he now knew Corrine’s abilities far surpassed those of other heiresses from the Independent Continent. In fact, she was even better than Elva, the heir to the Quinn family.


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