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    The woman Jules was marrying?


    Corrine raised an eyebrow, surprised. “So soon?”


    It had only been a week since Carl suggested the idea of a marriage alliance. Usually, a family’s background needed to be carefully checked before making such a decision.


    Or maybe, if Jules wasn’t marrying for love, anyone would do.


    Chelsea held the phone carefully. “I was surprised too when Jules told me he’d be bringing someone. Ever since he agreed to the idea of a marriage alliance, I’ve been busy nning. With everything that’s happened to Jayden, we need to be extra cautious about who Jules ends up with. I introduced a few women from the south, but Jules wasn’t happy with any of them. Then this morning, he called out of the blue, saying he’d found someone on his own, and that we should all meet for lunch.”


    Chelsea continued, “Jayden was furious. He thought Jules was rushing into things. Jayden felt Jules wasn’t taking responsibility for himself or the girl. I had someone check into her background. Turns out, her family was well-known up north before they moved south. They’re influential—definitely a reputable family.”


    After chatting a little longer, Chelsea said, “Okay, let’s stop here for now. We’ll talk in person soon.”


    “Alright.”


    Once the call ended, Corrine grabbed her bag and left the office.


    She arrived at Silver Spoon just as it hit eleven.


    After arriving, Corrine sent a quick text and followed a staff member up to a private room on the third floor.


    Guards stood outside but didn’t stop Corrine.


    Zane, standing by the door, moved forward as soon as he saw her. “Miss Hond, pleasee in,” he said.


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    Corrine gave a polite nod, opened the door, and walked in.


    Her eyes immediatelynded on Jayden and Chelsea, sitting at the head of the table.


    Jules sat to Jayden’s right, next to a young woman who looked around twenty-five.


    The woman had neat bangs framing her clear, doe-like eyes, giving her a sweet, innocent look.


    Although she seemed calm and elegant, there was a quiet confidence about her—a sense of inner strength that couldn’t be ignored.


    It was an instinctive air, not something learned.


    Chelsea waved Corrine over, smiling. “Corrine,e sit here.”


    Corrine nodded without hesitation, sat down next to Chelsea, and looked up. In that moment, her eyes met the young woman’s steady gaze.


    The young woman smiled softly and introduced herself, “Hello, I’m Rachel Astley.”


    With calm grace, Corrine responded, “Hello, I’m Corrine Hond.”


    The atmosphere during the meal was much friendlier than Corrine had expected. Although Rachel seemed naturally proud, she did note across as arrogant or shy—the typical spoiled heir. Not once during the lunch did she show any such signs.


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