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    The assistant fell silent.


    Merrick moved to the window, staring out at the mountains below. His eyes glinted with a dark, unreadable light.


    He knew that Corrine’s presence would surely stir things up soon.


    She was Nate’s weakness, but also a sharp weapon, one that could shatter the fragile peace they’d worked so hard to maintain.


    If she was going to threaten that peace, she couldn’t be allowed to stay.


    A cold, hostile gleam shed in Merrick’s eyes as he came to this conclusion.


    After breakfast, Corrine and Nate left the estate.


    Their car headed toward the Foster family’s house.


    If it hadn’t been for the unexpected events of the day before, Corrine wouldn’t have had to make this trip.


    Perhaps the questions weighing on her would have already been answered.


    The car finally stopped in front of the Foster residence.


    They got out, and Corrine handed the bracelet Jax had given her earlier to the gatekeeper.


    The gatekeeper promptly went inside to inform the household.


    When he returned, he acted with unusual respect. “Please,e in.”


    Corrine nodded slightly and entered with Nate.


    A servant led them to a room.


    As soon as he heard footsteps at the door, Jax stood up to greet them.


    Jax first gave Corrine a nod, and then turned to Nate with a respectful, “Mr. Hopkins.”


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    Nate gave a brief nod in return.


    They took their seats at a table while Jax carefully began decanting a bottle of wine.


    The room fell into a quiet calm.


    Corrine’s eyes scanned the room, briefly stopping on the jade-iid folding screen behind Jax.


    She lowered her gaze, hiding her thoughts.


    “This wine was a gift from an old friend,” Jax said, looking at the red liquid with a hint of nostalgia. “I’ve kept it for over twenty years and was unwilling to share it with anyone. Miss Hond, your visit today seems like a stroke of luck. It’s a good chance to share it.”


    Corrine smiled warmly. “Thank you for your generous hospitality, Mr. Foster.”


    Jax waved a hand dismissively. “No need for formalities,” he said, sliding a ss toward her, his eyes observing her carefully.


    Corrine took a sip, enjoying the smooth and rich vor, noticing the subtle aftertaste that lingered.


    It was a taste that only time and careful preservation could create.


    “This really is outstanding wine—smooth, with asting aftertaste,” Corrine said, offering a gift she had carefully prepared. “I brought this for you, Mr. Foster. I hope it suits your taste.”


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