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    “What is it you want to know?”


    Despite his efforts to appearposed, the dealer’s voice betrayed his fear. “The boss clearly cares about that woman. What was so wrong about me trying to help?”


    He had only intended to do his boss a favor—a simple act of loyalty.


    Besides, no dealer with any sense would allow their employer to lose at the table.


    Bleacher took a slow drag from the cigarette he lit, a smirk forming behind the haze of smoke. “And who exactly are you to assume you understand the boss’s intentions?”


    For years, Bleacher had been at Jonathan’s side, yet even he never presumed to decipher his thoughts on Corrine. He followed orders, nothing more.


    But this dealer, foolishly thinking himself perceptive, had taken it upon himself to interfere—rigging the game so Corrine would walk away empty-handed. A reckless decision.


    “But the boss… he and that woman—”


    “From now on, you will refer to her as Miss Hond with respect,” Bleacher said, his tone cold and final. A thought crossed his mind, and he let out a quiet chuckle. “Though, I suppose it won’t matter much to you anymore.”


    With a flick of his hand, he issued themand. “Take him away.”


    From that day forward, everyone in the casino—and those under Jonathan’smand—understood one thing clearly: Corrine was not just another woman in their boss’s life.


    As night deepened, the underground casino buzzed with even more guests. Jonathan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the observation room, swirling a ss of brandy as he watched the crowd below.


    His eyes flicked toward the man lounging on the sofa. “Does your offer from earlier still stand?” he asked, referring to the partnership Nate had proposed.


    Nate sat with effortless elegance, one leg crossed over the other, hands resting on his knee. As he reclined slightly, his eyes remained half-lidded, like a predator at rest. At Jonathan’s words, he slowly opened them and responded coolly, “Naturally.”


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    Jonathan remained silent for a moment, studying the amber liquid in his ss before speaking again. “Are you truly serious about Corrine?”


    He found it difficult to believe that someone as emotionally detached as Nate could fall for anyone. He also couldn’t fathom how Nate had grown so attached to Corrine so quickly. Their rivalry, both open and hidden, had spanned years, and Jonathan had heard the whispers.


    With his wealth and looks, Nate never had to put in effort to attract women. He didn’t even need to beckon; a single nce was enough to draw them in, as if he were a ma pulling them from every direction. Yet, despite this, Nate had always kept his distance, leading to spection about why.


    For a man so uninterested in romance, it seemed out of character to suddenly let someone in. But Corrine was an exception.


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