?Chapter 1369:
Mandy let out a long sigh as her eyes skimmed the message on her phone. She muttered under her breath, “We were hired as bodyguards, yet here we are, ying matchmaker like it’s in the job description.”
That day’s summit centered around corporate presentations showcasing sessful case studies.
Eachpany had to draw lots to determine their slot in the schedule. The Ford Group’s luck could not have been worse—Emily had pulled the veryst slot.
That meant they were stuck there until the bitter end.
With no choice but to remain seated, Corrine’s back ached from the long, stiff posture.
When the final presenter finished, she rose from her seat, rolled her shoulders, and tilted her head to stretch her neck. Without a word, she walked out of the conference hall.
As she descended the stone steps, her phone buzzed in her bag. She nced at the screen—and something shifted in her expression. She looked over her shoulder. “You all go on ahead. I have something to take care of.”
With that, she turned away and strode toward a ck car parked on the side of the road.
Mandy watched the whole thing. She hadn’t seen the message, but whatever it was, it had certainly breathed life into Corrine’s eyes. Given the current standoff between her and Nate, there was no way the message came from him.
That begged the question—if not Nate, then who?
A strange tension stirred in Mandy’s chest. Without even realizing it, she stepped forward. “Miss Hond, allow me to apany you.”
Corrine halted and nced back, her gaze sharp and unwavering. “No need,” she said coolly. “I have a personal errand to run. The team might be heading out tonight, so you stay with them. Keep your eyes open—make sure nothing happens.”
The excuse was flimsy. Anyone could tell Corrine just wanted her out of the way.
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Mandy’s mouth twitched as she tried to keep her tone professional. “Miss Hond, my duty is to protect you—”
“Exactly. To protect me.” Corrine’s voice turned colder, her eyes narrowing. “You ought to know the difference between protecting someone and watching them. I am entitled to my privacy—without anyone, especially not an outsider, breathing down my neck.”
The words hit like a p. Mandy froze.
Corrine had not just been talking about her. Thatst line had been aimed squarely at Nate.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Corrine held her gaze a moment longer, making sure the messagended, then turned and walked away. She crossed the street without hesitation and headed straight for the ck Range Rover waiting across the road.
Mandy lingered behind, her instincts bristling. She could not ignore what she had seen. Retreating to a quiet corner, she pulled out her phone and dialed Nate’s number.
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