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    With that thought, she pulled out her phone and dialed. “Grandmother…”


    Meanwhile, back at the Grand Pce, Elva’s departure did little to shift the focus away from Nate. Especially after Moses had so teasingly mentioned wedding.


    To him and Zack, Corrine bing part of the Hopkins family seemed inevitable. Unless Nate himself called it off—and judging by his unwavering loyalty, that wasn’t going to happen.


    Herbert leaned back, a sly glimmer in his eyes. “Since you n to marry Miss Hond, how do you intend to handle the marriage arranged by your grandmother?”


    His voice danced on the edge of amusement, baiting Nate for a reaction.


    Everyone here knew about Nate’s marriage arrangement.


    At the mention of it, Rosalie’s eyes flickered with intrigue.


    Could it be that Corrine was unaware of Nate’s prior arrangement? Or perhaps this talk of marrying Corrine was just that—talk?


    Men might not have been as attuned to details as women, but they were far from oblivious. The smallest clues could paint a clear enough picture. When Rosalie spoke, the room’s easy smiles tightened,ced with a barely perceptible resignation.


    Love was never meant to be forced.


    Besides, emotions did not follow a script or unfold in a logical order.


    Once, Rosalie’s blunt honesty had been refreshing, even weed. She had been invited by Nate’s group everywhere, her presence effortlessly slipping into conversations and gatherings. But now? Now, Rosalie had crossed a line, and everyone here felt it.


    Even if she was upset, there were things she should have left unsaid—especially in front of Nate. Speaking ill of Corrine was a dangerous move. Everyone knew just how much Nate cared about Corrine. Enough to go against Andromache himself.


    A sharp glint shed behind Zack’s sses—a silent warning.


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    Rosalie ignored it. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her expression sincere, though her words carried an unmistakable edge.


    “Considering Miss Hond’s background, settling in the Independent Continent must be difficult. No matter how much Nate cares for her, he cannot always be there, can he?”


    Moses gave a slow, almostzy smile, but it never reached his eyes. “Would someone having close connections with the Red me really need Nate’s protection that badly?”


    Moses found Rosalie’s remarkughable. Had she already forgotten Corrine’s connection to the Red me?


    The leader of the organization was fiercely loyal to her. That alone spoke volumes about her strength.


    Rosalie bit the inside of her cheek, frustrated by Moses’ unwavering defense of Corrine.


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