NovelUpdateChapter 321: Carl shot another sharp glance at his sons.
"Get out of my sight! Just looking at you irritates me!" The two exchanged a silent look and quickly left the study.
Corrine had spent the night at the Ford mansion and, for once in a long time, woke up naturally—a rare luxury. After freshening up, Corrine dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast. In the living room, an array of designer clothes was meticulously arranged by color and length, forming six neat rows. Sof the pieces were limited editions, and every single item belonged to Corrine. She was long used to such extravagance.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Miss Holland, these will be sent to your current apartment," Leland informed her.
Corrine gave a small nod.
"Where's Grandpa?" "He went fishing with his friends,” Leland hesitated briefly before adding, “He also askedto let you know that you should take a week off." Corrine paused mid-chew, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips.
"Alright. Got it." Since her grandfather insisted, she had no choice but to oblige. She might as well lean into the role of a carefree rich girl.
As noon approached, Karina called.
"Let's go out tonight! It's been forever since we went drinking and clubbing together." Corrine barely hesitated.
"Where to?" "A new bar just opened. Let's check it out!" "Sounds good." The moment she hung up, an invitation for dinner popped up on her phone-this tfrom Nate. Meanwhile, a meeting at Brighton Group was wrapping up, and the tension in the room eased as everyone discreetly exhaled. Just then, Nate's phone, resting on the table, buzzed.
Matias instinctively glanced at the screen. The moment he read the message, his eyes flickered toward Nate. Stay connected through galnovalsAs expected, Nate's brows knitted slightly, and an unmistakable chill spread across his sharp features.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCorrine's message read, "I've got plans with friends tonight. Let's reschedule." Nate's jaw tightened as the message illuminated his phone screen.
The warmth of the conference room vanished in an instant, leaving a cold, icy stillness.
The executive's voice wavered as he continued his presentation, his words faltering under the weight of Nate's cold presence, Perspiration dotted presence his forehead as he stumbled through his speech, his nerves betraying him. Relief washed over him as he concluded, only to falter once more when he noticed Nate still silent at the head of the table.
Desperation flickered in the executive's eyes, silently pleading Matias for with assistance. Matias let out a soft breath, recognizing the pivotal moment.
"Mr. Hopkins?" he called carefully.
Nate tucked his phone away, his attention shifting deliberately flash of icy coldness in his gaze sent a tremor through Matias.
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