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    Jax nced at the gift, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before it vanished. “Miss Hond, you’re very thoughtful.”


    He signaled for his servant to take the gift, and then smoothly changed the topic. “Miss Hond, I heard about what happened to youst night. Are you alright? Did you get hurt?”


    “Thank you for your concern; I’m fine.” Corrine gently fiddled with her ss, keeping herposure. “I never expected something so trivial would attract so much attention.”


    Jax, however, caught the subtle message in Corrine’s words. He lifted his gaze to Nate. “The Independent Continent might look peaceful, but beneath the surface, there are many hidden dangers. Mr. Hopkins, you must be well aware of this.”


    There were certainly many eyes on Nate, watching him closely.


    Any small movement near him would not go unnoticed, especially afterst night’s events and the attack on Andromache this morning, which nearly took her life.


    It was clear that only someone like Nate could have pulled off such a bold move within the Independent Continent.


    “Your actions have been quite surprising,” Jax said, his eyes full of admiration as he looked at Corrine, as if he had finally seen the oue he had been waiting for.


    Corrine met Jax’s gaze, sensing there was more to his words than he let on.


    At that moment, Nate’s phone rang.


    He quickly answered it and stepped out of the room.


    Jax watched him leave, then sighed softly, gently rubbing two walnuts in his hand. “Life is like a game of chess. Every move is nned, a mix of fate and choice. Often, we don’t see the true purpose of the game, but we find ourselves trapped in it.”


    Corrine frowned slightly. She looked up at Jax, a small smile ying on her lips.


    “Mr. Foster, do you think I’ve entered the game, or has the game drawn me in?”


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    If it was the former, it would confirm Corrine’s suspicion that she had some deeper connection to the Independent Continent.


    “Miss Hond, with your sharp mind, you’ve probably figured it out by now, right?” Jax twirled the walnuts between his fingers, his eyes briefly meeting Corrine’s. “What seem like coincidences are often nned.”


    He asked the question instead of answering Corrine directly, but it was clear he had his own reasons for doing so.


    His actions only made Corrine’s suspicions stronger.


    The photograph of her mother, the mysterious old friend Jax kept bringing up, and his current behavior all seemed to be pointing her in a certain direction.


    Still, being caught in the middle, she had no idea where this path was headed or what awaited her.


    It was as if she’d been thrust into some kind of task, pushed forward by unseen forces, leaving her feelingpletely powerless.


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