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    Corrine shifted her gaze to the cityscape outside her window, her expression unmoved. “I am in Riverveille.”


    A long silence. Then, through clenched teeth, Vulture muttered, “Corrine, how could you be so heartless? I came all this way to see you, and you abandoned me without a word?”


    Corrine’s voice remained calm, unwavering. “You can always find a reason to me me.”


    Vulture was mute.


    A faint smile curled at the corners of Corrine’s lips, her eyes glinting with something unreadable. “Lone Ranger is still at the private hospital under Brighton Group. Go see him first—I will handle the rest.”


    “That is more like it.” Vulture huffed, amusementcing his tone. He hesitated briefly before adding, “By the way, what did the doctor say about his injury? I asked him, but he would not say a word. I have a feeling his defeat by Jonathan left him with more than just physical wounds.”


    Corrine’s expression remainedposed. “It is nothing serious. He just needs time—longer than expected—but he will recover.”


    The truth was far graver. When the doctor examined Lone Ranger, the tendons in his limbs had been damaged. Had he not been rushed to the hospital in time, he would have been left with a lifetime of disability.


    She had deliberately withheld this from Vulture for two reasons. First, Lone Ranger had received immediate medical attention, ensuring he avoided permanent damage. Second, Vulture’s vtile temper would inevitably lead him to storm after Jonathan the moment he learned the full extent of Lone Ranger’s suffering.


    Jonathan had risen swiftly in Lyhaton, securing substantial influence in a short span of time. That alone spoke volumes of his capabilities. Moreover, his long-standing rivalry with Nate showed no signs of fading, suggesting he had powerful forces backing him.


    The Red me organization already had enough adversaries lurking in the shadows—provoking another formidable enemy would be nothing short of reckless.


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    Their conversation stretched on for fifteen minutes until Mandy stepped into the room. She ced the food she had brought on the table. “Miss Hond, please eat something.”


    Corrine nodded. “Alright.”


    She tossed aside the covers and swung her legs over the bed, but the moment she stood, her knees buckled, threatening to send her crashing back onto the mattress. At thest moment, she caught the bedpost, gripping it tightly to steady herself.


    After finishing a simple meal, she pushed open the balcony doors and sank into the wicker chair outside. The silver glow of the moon spilled across the sky, bathing the world in a quiet, ethereal light. The night passed in this tranquil stillness.


    Morning arrived, ushering in the much-anticipated industry summit. Over a hundredpanies had gathered, a mix of local and international corporations.


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