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    Kinsley’s lips curled into an amused smirk. “Says the heiress of Lyhaton’s wealthiest family.”


    Lifting a silver fork iid with delicate crystals, she plucked a slice of fruit from the tter beside her.


    Her gaze shifted back to Corrine, studying her in the dim glow of the lounge. Then, with a slow, knowing smile, she murmured, “Sweetheart, you have grown even more beautiful… and utterly captivating.”


    Corrine offered a lightheartedpliment. “You are truly an ageless beauty.”


    Kinsley let out an exaggerated eye-roll, practically throwing her head back in mock dismay. “You know how much I hate my face.”


    She said it with a scoff, but there was truth behind the words. For all her youthful looks, what she truly longed for was something else entirely—a bold, sultry edge, a face that carried the weight of years and experience.


    Kinsley was well into her thirties, yet she still got mistaken for a twenty-something more often than not. It was ttering at first, perhaps, but the charm wore thin quickly—especially on nights when she was alone and some sleazy stranger tried his luck.


    Disgusting did not even begin to cover it.


    With a flick of her wrist, she set the fruit tter down on the coffee table, then copsedzily against the sofa cushions. Her gaze found Corrine’s face, and something thoughtful crossed her expression. “Tell me, all these years… have you ever thought about going back home?”


    At the word “home,” something shifted in Corrine’s eyes. A flicker—quick, subtle—but enough to give her away.


    They both knew what Kinsley meant. Home was the headquarters of the Red me organization.


    Kinsley was a member of the Red me, with the codename Phoenix.


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    Corrine fell into a moment’s silence, her gaze dropping as if weighing memories. Then, with quiet calm, she said, “I met with Vulture and Hawk recently.”


    At the mention of the names, something flickered through Kinsley’s eyes—warmth, nostalgia, the ghost of a smile. “How are they? Are they well?”


    “They are doing quite well,” Corrine replied. “Vulture is in Lyhaton at the moment. After the summit wraps up, would you like toe with me and spend a few days there?”


    Kinsley’s answer came without hesitation. “Sure!” But the cheer in her voice faded, dimmed by a lingering thought. Her smile slipped, and a small crease formed between her brows. “By the way, what did that wily fox Bryant Hopkins want with you earlier?”


    She had intended to talk with Corrine earlier, but Bryant had beaten her to it.


    Corrine paused. She had been holding this back, but now seemed the right moment to voice her unease. “Do you know anything about the topics raised at the summit?”


    Kinsley lifted an eyebrow at the question. “You mean the strategic partnership initiative?”


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