NovelUpdateChapter 621: "Do you really think those people were sent by the Elder Council?" Despite his gruff exterior, Saul's mind was sharp, always questioning the bigger picture.
Matias took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plof smoke that disappeared into the night.
"Whoever they were, Mr. Hopkins made his message clear tonight. He's drawing a line in the sand, making an example of the intruders to warn others not to overstep." For years, the Elder Council had been watching Nate closely, trying tand again to chip away at his power. But each time, they'd been met with caution, hesitant to challenge his unpredictable methods.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNow that they'd discovered Corrine's existence, they saw an opening — a way to leverage her against Nate. "Let's not forget, Andromache has been scheming with the Elder Council behind our boss's back for years," Matias said, the smoke curling around his face, his expression knowing.
"No matter who sent those people tonight, it's enough to plant seeds of doubt among them. After all, no one wants to be the one left holding the bag for crossing Nate." Saul, his cigarette dangling loosely from his lips, stared out into the dark, a heavy sigh escaping him. Whether those people had intended to harm Corrine or not, one thing was certain: Corrine was Nate's Achilles' heel.
The Elder Council had feared Nate for years, yet they could never pinpoint a weakness to exploit. But now that they had found his vulnerability, the road ahead was bound to be a rocky one.
The following morning, the sun broke through the thick clouds, casting a warm golden hue over a hillside estate. Bathed in the soft glow of sunlight and surrounded by mist, the estate appeared to have been pulled straight from a dream.
A grand procession of cars wound its way up the smooth mountain road, arriving at the estate with an air of quiet elegance. As the car doors opened, Carl stepped out with careful precision, leaning heavily on his cane. Close behind him, Corrine followed, her steps measured.
As they approached the estate, they noticed a gathering of men and women on the distant lawn, their murmurs blending into the cool morning air.
"Corrine, don't be nervous," Carl said with a gentle pat on her hand, his voice warm and steady.
"With the Ford family's status in Lyhaton, no one would dare disrespect us." His words carried a reassuring weight, letting Corrine know that should any disrespect cher way, she didn't need to stand for it.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"I understand, Grandpa," she replied, the warmth in her chest making her feel safe.
No sooner had she spoken than a man in a silver suit approached them with an easy smile. It was Quentin, his handshake firm as he greeted Carl.
"Carl, I heard you've been unwell. How are you feeling now?" "Just a minor setback, nothing to worry about," Carl answered with a dismissive wave of his hand. Then, his eyes narrowed with intent as he asked, "Is everything set?"
Quentin, understanding immediately, gave a confident nod.
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