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    “This hairpin…” Corrine furrowed her brow, lost in thought.


    Nate watched her closely, then asked, “Did you figure out anything?”


    “This design is simr to the tiara we bought at the auction. From the craftsmanship, I’d say the hairpin…


    and the tiara were made by the same person.” In other words, they likely came from the same creator and ce.


    “So you think the tiara might be from the Independent Continent?” Nate voiced what Corrine was thinking.


    Corrine looked at him seriously and nodded. “Can you have Presley look into this lead?”


    She was sure that Jax hadn’t given her the hairpin just as a gift.


    It was more than that. It was a clue to unlock a major secret hidden within the tiara she had bought.


    Especially after remembering what Jax had said to her: “Life is like a game of chess. Every move is nned, a mix of fate and choice. Often, we don’t see the true purpose of the game, but we find ourselves trapped in it.”


    Thinking about it now, Corrine felt a knot of unease.


    What kind of game was she being pulled into?


    They kept tempting her with pieces of the puzzle, but what was their real goal?


    Noticing her tension, Nate gently brushed her hair back. “I’ll tell Presley to dig into it. If he finds anything, he’ll update you right away.”


    Corrine let out a resigned sigh. “That’s all we can do for now.”


    After putting the item away, she stood up. “It’s gettingte. I should probably get some rest…”


    Before she could finish, Nate grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.


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    She gasped in surprise, but Nate hushed her with a kiss.


    The dark night, soft lighting, and the warmth from Nate all seemed to hint at what wasing.


    Corrine’s fingers clenched slightly, her eyes clouded with doubt. “I, I…”


    Nate’s prowess the other night had taken her by surprise, leaving her uneasy about what was about to happen.


    Noticing her difort, Nate kissed her softly. “I promise, this time I won’t let you cry.”


    With that, he lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bedroom.


    The next morning, Corrine woke up, staring nkly at the ceiling.


    She couldn’t remember when she had fallen asleep. Herst clear memory was Nate’s promise of “thest round.”


    Yeah, always thest round.


    She had cried herself hoarsest night, but Nate hadn’t shown any sign of stopping.


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