?Chapter 1187:


    Leaning against the marble balustrade, Corrine tilted her head slightly, a slow, knowing smile ying on her crimson lips. Her gaze shimmered with derision.


    “Farris is getting old, and the Ashton family is already teetering on the brink of copse. With that kind of wealth at stake, another heir will make sure Bruce and his parents get arger share of the inheritance.”


    “I see.” Karina’s voice grew quieter, contemtive. “But correct me if I’m wrong—when you married Bruce, didn’t Farris transfer all of his shares to you?”


    Before Corrine could respond, a sudden crash shattered the night.


    Corrine’s expression hardened in an instant. Without a word, she spun on her heel and strode into the hallway, her movements sharp with purpose. The corridor stretched before her, eerily silent. Only the faint glimmer of broken porcin littering the floor hinted at a disturbance.


    Her gaze lifted, sweeping toward the far end of the hallway. A flicker of suspicion curled in her chest.


    “What happened?” Karina’s voice cut through the quiet, her concern evident even through the video call. She had noticed the tension in Corrine’s face. “What is wrong?”


    Corrine’s expression softened, masking any worry that might betray her. Forcing a small smile, she waved a dismissive hand. “Nothing. A servant must have knocked over a vase while passing by.”


    She then continued chatting with Karina until she heard footsteps behind her. Corrine straightened, her senses sharpening. “Let’s end the call for now. I will discuss with you once I return to Lyhaton.”


    “Alright,” Karina said reluctantly.


    As soon as the screen went dark, Corrine turned.


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    Hawk strolled toward her, one hand buried in his pocket, his usual air of nonchnce intact. With a subtle flick of his fingers, he gestured toward the garden. “Fancy a walk?”


    Corrine gave a nod, falling into step beside him as they moved toward the greenery. “Did you find anything on what I asked you to investigate?”


    Since the moment Vulture had shown her that photograph of her mother, Corrine had been relentless in uncovering the truth.


    But whoever had leaked the image was equally determined to keep her in the dark. The investigation request had been retracted almost immediately, leaving her with nothing but dead ends.


    Hawk pulled a stick of gum from his pocket, flipping it into his mouth with practiced ease. He chewedzily before speaking.


    “Their IP address was exposed for a few seconds. Not long, but long enough for Lone Ranger to track it.”


    His gaze flicked to her, reading the anxious energy she tried to conceal.


    But they needed more time for the investigation. They still had not figured out the other party’s motives.


    “Just be patient,” he added, squeezing her shoulder lightly. “We should have an answer soon.”


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