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His jawline hardened into a cold, tense line as his brows knitted together. “Don’t change the subject, answer me!”

Amusement sparkled more visibly in Corrine’s eyes as she released her hold and began to sit upright.

In one swift motion, Nate’s hand captured the nape of her neck, drawing her back to face him. “Tell me, what did you talk about?”

Each word dripped from his lips—deep, unhurried, devastatingly seductive. Corrine’s eyshes fluttered against her cheeks. “Nothing much, just a well-meaning warning.”

“Just that?” Suspicion darkened Nate’s features.

His doubt wasn’t directed at Corrine herself, but at the murky waters of Jonathan’s intentions.

A mere well-meaning warning had prompted that kind of expression from Jonathan?

Corrine replied with measured calm, “He’s helped me a few times. It’s only right to repay him with a well-meaning warning.”

She carefully outlined the situation, omitting crucial details about Jonathan delivering her medication, its concerning side effects, or any mention of her illness.

Nate harbored no objections to Corrine having male friends or social connections, but Jonathan’s earlier gaze—that unmistakable look of longing—stirred something visceral within him.

After a weighted silence, he restarted the engine. “Try to avoid contact with him in the future.”

Corrine replied, “Okay.”

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She shifted in her seat to study Nate’s profile as he concentrated on the road ahead.

Something felt off about him tonight—an unusual undercurrent of hostility toward Jonathan.

The next morning, Corrine stepped into the office at her regr time, immediately noticing the pallor on Natasha’s face.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“No,” Natasha’s eyes dropped to the floor as she manufactured a weak smile. “Probably just didn’t sleep wellst night.”

“If you’re not feeling well, don’t push yourself.”

“I know.”

As Corrine made her way toward her office, she noticed clusters of employees huddled together, their whispered conversations punctuated by furtive nces at their phones.fn6bbd This text is hosted at FιndＮovel/fn6bbd

“What’s going on?” Corrine asked.

“Waldo is trending,” Natasha exined. “But I’ve already notified the PR department to handle it quickly.”

Corrine gave a decisive nod. “Inform all departments, the meeting will start in ten minutes.”

“Understood.”

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