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Unlike the more powerful Larson family, the Liam family’s reach only extended so far. Reliable intel was a luxury.

Rowan gave a casual shrug, flicking ash from his cigarette with practiced ease. A faint, knowing smirk crept across his face. “From what I heard, Braylynn was hanging by a thread at first. The younger Quinn generation even begged Ralph to see her onest time. But a meeting like that? It would dig up memories best left buried.”

The weight of those words settled over the corridor. Nate’s jaw tightened, a shadow passing over his face.

Zack let out a low chuckle, tinged with irony. “Even on her deathbed, she manages to stir the pot.”

Rowan took another drag and then added, “Once her condition stabilized, Merrick from the Elder Council went to see her personally. You’re going all in this time, Nate. Risking the wrath of the Quinn family—just for Corrine. You know what Braylynn is like. She thrives on drama, and she’ll twist this entire thing into a spectacle. You would be wise to lie low for now.”

Nate gave no reply. Without a word, he turned and strode away.

Rowan watched him disappear into the distance before tossing a nce at Zack. “Do you think he has really fallen for her? To go this far over a woman?”

Zack returned the look, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Who knows?”

Elsewhere, Evelyn stood rigid in the center of her room, Penny’s update echoing in her ears. With a sudden outburst, she hurled her teacup across the room. The porcin shattered against the floor. “So now that I’ve left the Independent Continent, that hypocrite, Braylynn Quinn, truly believes she can do as she pleases?” Her voice trembled with rage.

To outsiders, Evelyn’s departure had been portrayed as a quiet retreat for her health. Few knew the truth—Braylynn was the real reason she had left.

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Evelyn had assumed that age would have dulled the woman’s appetite for ambition. Instead, Braylynn had reemerged, waving an old token like a banner of war, demanding Ralph approve a marriage between Nate and Elva. The confrontation had ended in a fiery argument between Evelyn and Ralph. She had stormed out and never returned. The history between Evelyn, Ralph, and Braylynn was long and tangled. At its core, it was a tired triangle, etched in bitterness.

Penny, ever discreet, summoned a servant to clean up the shards. Once they were alone, she hesitated before speaking again. “Should we… go back and see how things are going?”

Evelyn snapped her head around. “Go back? For what?”

Then, catching herself, she gave a sly smirk. Her voice dropped to a mocking drawl. “Send her some of that new calming tea I discovered. The one that soothes the nerves. She will need it. Or I’m worried she might drop dead out of anger.”

Penny gave a small nod. “It’s gettingte. You should rest and take your medication.”

Evelyn waved a hand dismissively, already drifting toward the chaise by the window. “What about Corrine? Was she hurt?”

“Nate arrived just in time,” Penny replied. “She was unharmed. But Aliza is in serious trouble. She was tortured and barely held on, and then with the evidence of her crime submitted, the Independent Continent’s police got involved and took her in. Now the Quinn family is officially implicated.”

Evelyn let out a sarcasticugh, low and sharp. “Serves them right. They brought this on themselves.”fn7a12 Checktest chapters at f?i?n?d?n?o?v?e?l?/fn7a12

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