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    Nate brushed a kiss to her forehead, his voice dropping into a low, wintry murmur. “If he can’t win, he has no right to show his face again.”

    In that moment, Corrine understood. Moses and Nate were two sides of the same merciless coin. That easygoing, yful charm Moses wore like a jacket? Just a smokescreen.

    He and Nate had known each other for years—both cut from the same steel, both brutal in their methods. Now, all that remained was to see how much advantage Moses could gain against ude.

    After leaving the hotel, Corrine headed straight to thepany.

    As usual, she passed through the building’s ss doors and stepped into the elevator,pletely unaware of the inconspicuous vehicle creeping behind her at a safe distance.

    Inside that car, Dewey watched her from behind the wheel, his eyes narrowing, a glimmer of cold calction dancing in their depths. He had once chosen restraint, hoping there was still a bridge between them that could be mended. But he had clearly misjudged her. Corrine had not only turned her back on him but had also dared to make a move against the entire Hond family.

    In his eyes, she had always been a serpent waiting for the right moment to strike—just like her mother. And if she could abandon the past so easily, then he would not hesitate to do the same.

    “Did you get a good look at the woman up ahead?” he asked, his tone clipped and cold.

    The man sitting in the passenger seat gave a stiff nod. “Yes, saw her clearly.”

    “Keep an eye on her over the next few days. The moment you see an opening, you act,” Dewey instructed.

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    The man hesitated, his brows furrowed in concern. “Mr. Hond, this is Ford Group territory. Making a move here will not be easy.”

    Dewey let out a harsh scoff. “Fool. Did I tell you to strike here? I said to watch her. Closely.”

    He leaned back against the leather seat, his voice low and measured. “Everyone lets their guard down eventually. She won’t be here forever.”

    Once her routine became predictable, they would find their moment. The man beside him fell silent, but the tension in his shoulders spoke volumes.

    Corrine was no ordinary target. Her connections were deep, her influence intimidating, and their n could not afford a single misstep. Failure would mean more than disappointment—it would be their downfall.

    After all, she was the heiress of the Ford family, the most powerful lineage in the city. Getting close to her, let alone executing their scheme, felt like chasing a shadow across the heavens.

    Meanwhile, Corrine settled into her office and had barely opened herptop when her phone buzzed.

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