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    After a weighted silence, Zack’s resistance crumbled. “I had those three cars investigated,” he confessed, choosing his words carefully. “The information points to one person behind it all: Dewey—Corrine’s father.”

    The bombshell left Moses visibly stunned.

    “Her own father?” he finally breathed, disbelief etched across his features.

    A father targeting his daughter? What manner of hatred would drive a man to such cruelty?

    From across the table, Cutler let out a bitterugh, his eyes glinting with cold knowledge. “Anyone from Pree City could tell you about Dewey’s reputation. The man would sacrifice anything—or anyone—to get what he wants. If selling his daughter to his enemies secured his fortune, he’d have the paperwork ready before breakfast.”

    The cruel assessmentnded with ufortable rity, painting a vivid picture of Dewey’s ruthless avarice better than any secondhand ount ever could.

    Moses clicked his tongue in disgust. “No wonder the Ford family has maintained their distance from the Honds all these years. Who wouldn’t steer clear of such a despicable character?”

    His words hung in the air as Corrine and Nate suddenly appeared in the doorway.

    The conversation died instantly, all eyes turning toward the neers. Zack shot Moses a meaningful nce—a silentmand to keep their discussion private.

    Moses caught the message without hesitation.

    Composing himself with remarkable speed, he gestured warmly for everyone to gather around the table.

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    As steaming dishes arrived one after another, they ate and exchanged pleasantries.

    The atmosphere felt strained—whether from Corrine’s lingering shock or the night’s ident, their usual ease had vanished.

    “I’m going to the restroom,” Corrine announced, rising from her seat. The moment she disappeared, Nate silently set down his fork and followed her out.

    Moses watched them leave with raised eyebrows. “What’s going on? Did those two have a fight?”

    He couldn’t help thinking this wasn’t following the usual script. Shouldn’t a heroic rescue be followed by gratitude and affection?

    Corrine headed straight for the restroom after leaving the room.

    When she emerged, she found Nate waiting by the door.

    A smile started to form on her lips, but before she could speak, he grasped her arm and pulled her into an elevator.

    They returned to the same room they’d upied yesterday.

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