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Corrine shot Taylor a t, unreadable nce. “Moreps? I’m afraid I’ll make you cry.”

He opened his mouth, but no words came.

Heartless. That was the only word for her.

Why did she only pull out this sharp edge when it came to him? Why not with Nate?

He forced a smile and stepped out of the car, quickly falling into stride beside her. “How about a drink?”

Corrine turned her head slightly, her eyes skimming over him. “Sure.” But instead of heading to a bar like most people might, they climbed to the rooftop of the hotel where Taylor had checked in.

They sat cross-legged on the concrete, a dozen beer cans between them, their silence as thick as the darkness surrounding them. Not a word passed for what felt like hours.

Then, without warning, Taylor broke the stillness. “Honestly, the Hopkins family is a mess. Are you really sure you want to get involved?” His brows furrowed, worry etched into his face as he studied her—watching closely, hoping to catch even the smallest flicker of doubt.

Corrine’s eyes flicked toward him, calm and cool. “I have already decided to marry him. What is left to consider?”

There was no tremor in her voice. No hesitation. The engagement had already happened. Turning back was no longer an option.

Taylor had expected her to say that. He knew Corrine well. But hearing it spoken aloud struck something raw inside him. A knot twisted low in his chest. He stared at her, gaze lingering longer than it should have, his eyes shadowed by something tooplex to name.

Then, with a bitter smirk, he tipped his head back and drained the rest of his beer in a single pull—washing the bitterness down with it. “Fine,” he muttered. “I won’t say another word. Waste of breath anyway. Just… if anything ever happens, if you get stuck in something messy, you know where to find me.” His tone was casual, but the promise was not. It hung in the air like an oath—solid and unwavering.

Corrine offered a faint smile. Not a word.

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By the next morning, both Corrine and Taylor arrived at Blue Core Technology—one after the other.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But the staff hadn’t forgotten how easily Taylor had signed the contract during yesterday’s meeting. Whispers had already begun to circte, growing louder with every passing hour.

Some even began to specte in hushed voices if Corrine had slipped a hidden use into the contract without approval.

“I just want to know what use was so enticing that he signed without blinking,” muttered Wendy Norris from the management team—the same woman who had suggested organizing a weingmittee. Her voice sliced through the conversation like a de. The others in the break room fell silent, eyes dropping to their coffee cups.

She took a slow sip and then spoke again, her voice low and edged with warning. “Miss Hond is a clever one. You all might want to tread carefully.”

With that, she walked away without so much as a backward nce. As soon as she was gone, the silence shattered.

“What do you think she meant by that?”

“Nothing good, obviously.”

“She’s always had a way of stirring up drama.”

“Still… how did Miss Hond get Mr. Charles to sign that contract so quickly?”fne607 This content belongs to find?novel/fne607

“They came in this morning and locked themselves in the office. It’s been hours now. Think they are… doing something?”

A flurry of raised eyebrows and smirks passed around the room. Inside that same office, far from the spection, Corrine and Taylor wereser-focused—on a video game.

“Left! Go left!” Taylor barked, mming the joystick as his character dove into a slide tackle, taking out an enemy nking from the side. “You’d be absolutely lost without me.”

Before the grin could spread across his face, Corrine raised her virtual handgun and calmly fired. One clean shot—straight to the head of an enemy standing right behind his character.

“Even now,” she replied coolly.

Taylor was speechless.

After a few rounds of the shooting game, Corrine tossed the controller onto the rug with a soft thud and stood, stretching her shoulders with a slow roll, tilting her neck from side to side.

“I’m getting some water,” she said, already heading toward the break room.

She brewed a fresh cup of coffee, its warmth curling into the air. Just as she turned to leave, movement caught her eye—someone stood behind her. It was Wendy.

“Miss Hond, do you have a moment? Let’s talk,” Wendy said, her tone smooth but far from friendly.

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