?Chapter 1177:


    “I remember every word you said at Moonlight za. It wasn’t my own brilliance, but your guidance that helped me understand.”


    Corrine shifted the conversation back to Jax on purpose.


    She met his gaze calmly. “I came here today with a particr question in mind,” she said.


    A subtle, enigmatic smile yed on Jax’s lips. “Sometimes, it’s better to figure things out yourself than hear them from someone else.”


    Corrine’s expression darkened slightly. Her eyes turned cold.


    The bracelet he had given her and the invitation to his home were just excuses to get her here.


    What bothered her more was that, despite her personal visit, Jax refused to talk about his old friend.


    So why had he even given her a reason toe?


    “People often say that with great poweres great responsibility. But I think that no matter how skilled you are, everyone has their own role to y.”


    Jax spoke slowly, with the air of someone much older. “Everything has its moment. When the time is right, the truth wille. It’s better to let things unfold, rather than force them.”


    Corrine gave a small smile and lowered her gaze, hiding her feelings. “Sometimes, it’s better to face challenges directly than wait for destiny.” She hated the feeling of being controlled.


    Since she was already involved, she wanted to break the rules and carve her own way.


    Jax’s eyes flickered with an unreadable mix of emotions as he watched her.


    But he quickly masked it, his gaze softening again. “Everything happens in its own time. Not telling you now might be a way to protect you. Just remember, Miss Hond, no matter whates your way, the Foster family will never oppose you.”


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    Though his words were said lightly, they carried a heavy meaning.


    Corrine’s heart skipped as she met Jax’s gaze, her eyes full of questions. If such a serious promise could be given so easily to a stranger, the Foster family would not have been among the elite families.


    It had to be about her ties to the Independent Continent.


    Or maybe that old friend Jax had mentioned.


    Corrine hade seeking answers, but now she felt more lost than ever. As she left, her face was clouded, burdened with an unshakable weight.


    Jax watched Corrine and Nate walk away, exhaling deeply.


    He grabbed an empty ss and filled it with wine, then spoke casually. “She’s gone. Aren’t youing out?”


    As soon as he spoke, a figure slowly stepped out from behind the jade-decorated screen.


    The man wore a ck suit, his silver hair neatlybed. His tanned skin and strong presence made him seem imposing.


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