?Chapter 1495:

    Dewey chuckled nervously, waving it off. “No, no.”

    He lit a cigarette, took a slow drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “I just want to see how far the Ford family is willing to go for Corrine.”

    He was pushing their limits—testing the waters.

    He believed Corrine held a secret. Otherwise, Kiley wouldn’t have humbled herself before him.

    Jules studied him for a moment, then lifted his chin. “Come with me.”

    “Where to?” Dewey frowned.

    Jules’ eyes gleamed with something cold. “Didn’t you say you wanted to make a deal with the Ford family?”

    Dewey hesitated. After a few seconds, he dropped the cigarette and followed Jules.

    Meanwhile, Corrine and Nate sat quietly in the car. Both stared out the windows, lost in thought.

    Nate’s face was tense, his reflection on the ss cold and sharp. The silence in the car was heavy—like a weight pressing down on their chests.

    In the front, Saul and Matias exchanged a nce.

    The quiet felt calm—but it was the kind of calm thates before a storm.

    The car rolled on and finally reached the hotel.

    In the VIP suite, Moses and the others had already gathered.

    Earlier, Zack had noticed something off about Corrine’s car. He had called Nate, which led them here.

    Now, they were discussing how her car had lost control on the road. Moses told the story in detail, ending with a relieved sigh. “Luckily, nothing happened. Otherwise, none of us would get any sleep tonight.”

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    Corrine was the person Nate cherished most. If anything were to happen to her, he would undoubtedly pursue the matter to its bitter end.

    Though aware of Corrine’s capabilities, Moses found her ability to remain calm in the face of a runaway car and extreme duress truly impressive.

    A thin trail of smoke curled upward from the cigarette dangling between Zack’s lips, his downcast eyes hiding whatever thoughts troubled him.

    “You seem miles away,” Moses said, lifting his ss with practiced nonchnce. “What’s eating at you?”

    Startled from his reverie, Zack flicked his gaze toward Moses before surveying the others around them. He shed a faint smile and murmured, “Nothing important.”

    “That’s not true,” Moses dered, setting his drink down with quiet finality. His usually rxed demeanor hardened as he leaned forward. “Something’s clearly bothering you. Out with it—we’re all friends here.”

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