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    After all, Emily’s minor slip hadn’t gone unnoticed. As teammates, they knew what came next—they braced for the storm of reprimands sure to follow.


    But when they returned to the hotel, the storm never came.


    Instead, as silence filled the corridor, it was Natasha who broke it. “It’ste,” she said gently, casting a nce at Corrine, whose gaze seemed far away. “Let’s all get some rest. Head back to your rooms.”


    “Alright.” The group echoed an agreement.


    They splintered off into smaller circles, murmuring quietly among themselves.


    “Did you notice Miss Hond seemed a little off today?” someone whispered, eyes darting toward the elevators.


    “I thought so too,” a female colleague chimed in. “At the dining table this morning, I heard she said she was going to change but came down in the same clothes.”


    “Maybe Miss Atkinson from Universe Financial Group is stirring up trouble again? She’s ruthless—and with herpany backing her, she’s untouchable. If she’s targeting us, we’ll be buried before we can evenpete.”


    “Now that we’ve crossed Universe Financial Group, Ford Group might not survive the fallout.”


    As the gossip swirled, Emily kept to herself—silent but listening. It wasn’t their chatter that haunted her. It was Nn’s reminder.


    “Emily, I am offering you a way out because of what we once shared. If you refuse to take it, you cannot me me for whates next. Even if you will not cooperate, I can still ruin Corrine. It will only take more time.”


    Her fingers curled into a tight fist as she bit her lower lip. The torment in her eyes was unmistakable.


    If she defied Nn, the photos and videos he had could destroy her—public disgrace, irreparable ruin.


    But if she obeyed… it would be like walking into a bottomless chasm, one step at a time, with no return.


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    What choice did she have? Which path could she take that didn’t end in devastation?


    Her gaze drifted back to Corrine, just in time to see her figure vanish down the hallway—her steps unusually hesitant.


    “Emily?” someone beside her called softly, breaking the trance. “Aren’t we heading back to our rooms?”


    Emily turned, startled. She gave a slow, absent nod and followed the others toward her room.


    Meanwhile, Natasha quietly trailed behind Corrine, returning to their suite. As she began sorting documents on the desk, her phone lit up with a buzz.


    She checked the message—something in it made her pause. Her eyes briefly flicked toward Corrine before she set the papers down.


    “I just remembered. I left an important file back at the venue. Mandy, would you mind grabbing it for me?”


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