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    Corrine kept her tone even. “Natasha’s on it.”

    Jules gave a cold, humorless chuckle. “That man doesn’t get it, does he?” He had made things very clear at the event yesterday—bluntly, unmistakably. And yet Dewey walked around as if he’d forgotten the warning altogether.

    Clearly, forgetting wasn’t the issue. He needed a reminder he wouldn’t shrug off.

    Corrine seemed to read Jules’ mind. “Keep him upied. Give him something that eats up his time. He’ll lose interest if he’s too busy to scheme.”

    “Consider it done,” Jules replied.

    After the call ended, Corrine stepped over to the wide window overlooking the city.

    Below, traffic surged in every direction—an endless stream of motion, like ants scrambling in fast-forward.

    Maybe it was Dewey’s sudden reappearance that left her restless. Or maybe it was the memory of the wedding dress she’d glimpsed earlier, still clinging to the edges of her thoughts. Either way, something weighed heavy on her chest, refusing to settle.

    On impulse, she left the office, car keys in hand. She needed air.

    She told herself she was just going for a drive, but when she came back to her senses, she was parked outside the hotel Nate was currently in.

    She blinked at the sight, momentarily puzzled, and then gave a small, amused shake of her head.

    Just as she reached for the ignition, her phone lit up.

    Nate. His name shed on the screen, and she paused. Coincidence? Or telepathy?

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    She picked up, and his voice met her like warm velvet—deep, steady, and familiar.

    “Why haven’t you gotten out of the car yet?”

    Startled, she nced around but didn’t spot him. “How did you know I was here?”

    Nate’s lowugh crackled through the speaker. “Come on up.”

    Before she could reply, someone knocked on her window.

    It was Saul, standing patiently outside the car with his usualposed expression.

    Corrine stepped out, and together they walked toward the hotel’s entrance.

    Inside, the air felt unusually tense. Discreet yet unmistakable, bodyguards nked every entrance, stationed like shadows trained to react before trouble had a chance to breathe.

    Corrine threw Saul a nce. “How did he know I was here?”

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