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Jules shifted the ice pack against his throbbing eye socket, flinching as cold met tender flesh. Silently, he cursed Zeke with every fiber of his being. Friendship be damned—Zeke’s fist had struck with unmerciful force.

Inhaling deeply to steady his fraying nerves, Jules replied with calcted coolness, “As the secondrgest shareholder of thepany, shouldn’t you naturally be the one to step forward?” Blue Core Technology had emerged from Jules’ own vision and determination, built independently of the Ford family’s influence, without trading on their prestigious name.

During those precarious early days, he had weathered countless rejections while hunting for investors. Eventually, Corrine had offered her personal savings, yet the voracious tech industry devoured money, particrly for essential equipment.

To sustain him through financial droughts, Corrine had quietly sold her jewelry collection, keeping the sacrifice hidden from her family. As thepany gradually found solid footing and began yielding profits, Jules reimed all her jewelry pieces and presented her with a substantial sum, cleverlybeling it as dividends from thepany’s sess.

From that pivotal moment, Corrine secured her position as a permanent shareholder in thepany.

“Besides,” Jules added, “your familiarity with the Charles family far exceeds my own.”

Upon absorbing his words, Corrine massaged her temples wearily. “Alright, I’ll visit yourpany tomorrow to acquaint myself with everything first.”

“Good.”

After disconnecting the call, Corrine pivoted gracefully and glided into the room.

Nate extended a ss of milk toward Corrine. “What happened?”

Corrine epted the milk and melted into hisforting embrace. “Nothing serious, just Jules tangling himself in a fight.” And she had somehow lost over three million.

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“Feeling sorry for him?” Nate gazed down at her, his eyes softening with tender warmth, as he guided the milk gently to her lips.

“I’m feeling sorry for my loss, okay?” Corrine shot him a sidelong nce before taking a delicate sip of milk, following the careful motion of his wrist.

Milk glistened on her lips like morning dew, and she swept them clean with anguid stroke of her tongue.

Watching her, Nate’s gaze intensified, his Adam’s apple rising and falling with unmistakable desire.

“Let’s sleep.”

Corrine stared at him, bewilderment flickering across her face. Their eyes collided in that charged moment, and she glimpsed the unbridled heat zing within his gaze.

Her brow quivered slightly, and she hastily stammered, “I suddenly remember—”

Before the words could escape her lips, Nate swooped down and scooped her into his powerful arm, striding purposefully toward the bed.

Soon, passionate mes danced between them, consuming every shadow in the room.

The following morning, Corrine arrived with punctual precision at the Blue Core Technology headquarters.fn4 ?????? ???? find?novel/fn4

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