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    They had always made noise—loud, boastful promises to crack down on offenders—yet never truly followed through.


    But this time, they had moved swiftly, striking like a serpent poised to kill, and she found herselfpletely unprepared.


    Her protests died on her lips, and without further resistance, she allowed the officers to secure the cuffs around her thin wrists.


    Two uniformed officers nked her, their presence like grim sentinels escorting her toward an uncertain fate.


    As Andromache staggered past Corrine, her steps faltered, and her eyes zed with fury. She fixed Corrine with a re sharp enough to cut ss, her voice dripping with venom. “It’s you!” she spat out, seething with hatred. “Corrine, you framed me, didn’t you?”


    Corriney sheltered in Nate’s embrace, shuddering the moment she heard Andromache’s usations.


    Her fingers curled tightly into Nate’s shirt, knuckles pale as she hesitantly turned toward Andromache. Her wide, sorrowful eyes carried an air of innocence. “How could I ever have such abilities?”


    Her effortless performance was nothing short of mesmerizing for both Presley and Mandy.


    Having seen her in action before, they could hardly believe the transformation. They had watched her shatter a man’s wrist without hesitation—yet here she was, the very image of fragility.


    Seeing Corrine y the victim so convincingly sent fury coursing through Andromache’s veins, leaving her breathless.


    Corrine was nothing but a cunning seductress!


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    Andromache’s eyes zed with hatred as she fixed Corrine with a seething re. “Drop the act! Maybe Nate is too blind to see through your lies, but I’m not. Are you seriously going to stand there and im today’s events weren’t orchestrated by you? How else would Darrion be here? Don’t tell me you had no idea!”


    Corrine’sshes trembled as she bit her lower lip, unshed tears shimmering in her eyes. She whimpered, “If that’s how you see it, then I have nothing more to say.”


    In that moment, she looked like a woman too noble to argue, willing to suffer in silence for the sake of peace.


    Anyone looking at her now would think Andromache was needlessly cruel, throwing baseless usations at a defenseless girl.


    The way the crowd regarded Andromache shifted, their expressions turning unreadable.


    She could feel their doubt creeping in. They wouldn’t believe her, no matter what she said.


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