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    Her knuckles whitened as her mind raced to figure out who would do this to her.

    A quick nce in the rearview mirror revealed three ck Santanas following her, coordinating to guide her down a predetermined path.

    With the brakespromised, Corrine was forced to follow the direction set by the trailing cars.

    When she noticed the road signs, her expression darkened.

    She tried calling Nate for help, pulling out her phone and dialing his number. Unfortunately, the signal was blocked or luck wasn’t on her side, and the call wouldn’t connect.

    Frustrated, she tossed the phone onto the seat beside her and kept driving.

    Thirty minutester, the cars led her to a ce that looked deserted for years.

    Seeing the crash barriers ahead, Corrine smirked.

    Their n had indeed been carefully crafted.

    In the next moment, her Bentley Continental smashed into the sponge-filled barrier. The hood crumpled inward, and a cloud of dust exploded as the wall gave way.

    The three Santanas trailing behind halted, keeping their distance. They only advanced once Dewey emerged from within a dpidated structure.

    This particr building was part of the Hond estate in Lyhaton, located just beyond the city limits.

    Dewey had invested heavily in this property, hoping it would facilitate the Hond family’s expansion in the area.

    However, after a policy shift ressified thend, its value plummeted, resulting in losses exceeding fifty million dors for Dewey.

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    The funding for thend hade from bank loans, and now, with the Hond family’s finances on the brink, their businesses teetered on the edge of copse.

    The only one who could help was Corrine. Given the Ford family’s influence in Lyhaton and Jayden’s political leverage, they were well positioned to restore the Hond family’s fortunes.

    As Dewey mulled over these thoughts, his gaze settled on the crumpled white Bentley, his eyes gleaming with cold calction.

    He kicked the debris aside and strode toward the vehicle.

    At that moment, the doors of the three Santanas swung open, and men scrambled out.

    Their n to trap Corrine had culminated here; her typically unpredictable schedule had made a direct confrontation on the road nearly impossible. After much nning, this scheme was set.

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