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    Jayden’s eyes flickered withplex emotions as he stared intently at Carl.


    “Father, you have grown soft,” he said in a meaningful tone.


    “The game has already begun, and it is beyond our control now,” Carl responded, his voice carrying a hint of resignation. He slowly rose from his seat, walked to the window, and gazed at the twinkling night sky. “Perhaps fate has already been decided, and all our years of nning may be in vain.”


    Jayden joined him at the window. “Nothing is certain yet. Anything could happen,” he asserted. “It’s too early to draw conclusions.”


    “Though we initiated this game, we no longer control its oue.” Carl’s voice was deep and hoarse, conveying a sense of resignation. “Plus, the pieces in y are beyond our reach.”


    “So, do you n to let go?” Jayden asked, turning to face Carl, his gaze sharp and probing.


    Carl met his son’s eyes, and then sighed softly. “How could I?” he murmured.


    He had left the white pieces onest chance.


    “If this game can end peacefully, that would be ideal. If not…” Jayden paused, a sharp gleam shing in his eyes. “Then let us turn the tables and shatter this game!”


    He couldn’t bear to watch Corrine walk a dark path without intervening.


    Carl’s eyes softened with relief at his son’s determination.


    He had always feared that Corrine would be vulnerable without his protection after he was gone. Now, reassured by Jayden’s resolve, he felt a weight lift slightly.


    He took a deep breath, fell silent, and continued to gaze into the distance.


    Corrine stepped out of the Ford Mansion and immediately saw Nate standing under the streetlight, his figure outlined by the warm glow.


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    He was d in a ck suit, the light softening his otherwise imposing presence. His sharp features seemed even more striking under the dim light.


    He stood with one hand in his pocket, his back to Corrine as he spoke on the phone.


    Noticing her shadow, a slight smile curled his lips.


    He turned around, and the cool detachment in his eyes gave way to warm gentleness upon seeing Corrine.


    “Talk to youter,” he murmured into the phone, ending the call.


    He reached out to her, and Corrine quickly walked over, cing her hand in his. Nate pulled her into a warm embrace.


    Corrine leaned against him, inhaled his distinctive, cool, woody scent, and smiled.


    “How long have you been here?” she asked.


    “Since I sent you the first message,” Nate responded, tilting her chin up with his long fingers and giving her a gentle kiss. “Want to get something to eat?”


    “What should we have?” Corrine asked.


    “How about barbecue?” Nate suggested.


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