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    Her calm voice carried a cold, indifferent tone.


    “Has my grandmother gone to bed?” Elva asked, ncing at her assistant.


    Her assistant nodded respectfully. “Yes, she has.”


    Elva nodded in return. “Send someone to quietly investigate this woman, Corrine Hond. Make sure it’s done discreetly.”


    “Don’t worry, Miss Quinn,” her assistant replied, helping Elva settle before turning to leave.


    The next morning, after saying goodbye to Hawk, Corrine headed to the airport. As their car pulled away from the Grand Pce, a white Bentley Continental suddenly blocked their path.


    Corrine instinctively looked up and saw someone stepping out of the passenger side.


    The figure carried a wooden box and walked directly toward their car.


    Saul, sitting in the front seat, nced at Nate, silently seeking confirmation.


    When Nate gave a small nod, Saul signaled his men to let the person pass.


    As the man approached, Corrine recognized him from her previous visit to the Foster family home.


    She rolled down the window just as he reached the car.


    Holding the box carefully in both hands, he bowed slightly and said, “Miss Hond, Mr. Foster asked me to bring this to you.”


    “What’s this?” Corrine asked, her brow furrowing with curiosity as she stared at the box.


    The man smiled faintly, remaining calm. “Mr. Foster didn’t exin, only said it should be given to you personally. He also mentioned you should open it after you leave.”


    Corrine’s expression darkened slightly.


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    Why wait to open it?


    Was there something inside that shouldn’t be seen by others?


    She paused briefly, then reached out and took the box. “I’ll take it. Please give my regards to Mr. Foster.”


    “You’re too kind, Miss Hond,” the man replied. “Mr. Foster also said he sees you as a friend and believes he’ll meet you again someday.”


    With that, he turned and walked away.


    As the man left, Corrine watched him thoughtfully, a subtle, mysterious smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.


    Jax was certainly a fascinating character.


    He said little, but always left behind a clue—more like dropping bait, waiting for her to bite.


    Once the car was back on the road, it cruised smoothly toward the airport. Though curiosity gnawed at her, Corrine followed Jax’s advice and didn’t open the box.


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