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    It was clear that Corrine had a way of keeping him in check.


    Sighing, they quietly opened the car doors and got out.


    To their surprise, they bumped into Moses face-to-face.


    Moses’ eyes flicked over Saul and Mandy, a teasing smile ying on his lips. “What’s going on in the car? Is Nate that horny? But shouldn’t he at least wait for the right time?”


    He then moved closer and was about to tap on the car window. Before he could, the window rolled down slowly, revealing Nate’s sharp features.


    Nate remained silent, but his gaze was a de of ice.


    Moses faltered under that cold, unyielding stare, a shiver prickling down his spine.


    He forced an awkward smile, his hand pping in a jittery wave. “Nate…”


    The frost in Nate’s expression didn’t thaw. His sharp features, carved in ice, remained fixed on Moses.


    Just as Moses thought he was done for, a soft murmur broke the tense silence.


    “Are we there?” Corrine stirred awake, hershes fluttering as she blinked into consciousness. “Why didn’t you wake me?”


    Still disoriented, she turned her head and noticed the gathering outside the car. “Why is everyone standing around? Has something happened again?”


    From several yards away, her eyes identally locked with Rosalie’s. In that fleeting moment, Corrine caught the subtle glint in her expression—a blend of jealousy and envy, swirling together like oil on water.


    Yet, the true hostility didn’te from her. It radiated from the woman standing beside Rosalie.


    Elva Quinn. The heiress of the prestigious Quinn family.


    Corrine had heard whispers of Elva’s beauty, but seeing her in person was something else entirely. The rumors had not been exaggerated.


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    Dressed in a striking red gown that clung to her silhouette with effortless grace, Elva exuded an air of refined nobility. Her long, sleek hair was styled into perfection, adorned with an exquisite hairpin, a touch of elegance that only amplified her regal presence.


    Red was a color that few could wear without being overshadowed by its boldness. Yet on Elva, it didn’t overpower—it was an extension of her very essence, making her look asmanding as a queen stepping into her court.


    A faint smile curled at Corrine’s lips, soft yet carrying a subtle challenge.


    “They arranged a farewell banquet before our departure,” Nate murmured, absentmindedly threading his fingers through her hair, his deep voiceced with an almost imperceptible tenderness. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”


    Corrine arched a brow. “And why wouldn’t I?”


    Besides, even if she chose not to attend, would Elva simply let her off the hook? Certainly not.


    The whispers had long painted Elva as the woman who was bound to marry Nate. It was only a matter of time before they crossed paths.


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