NovelUpdateChapter 699: "Try this," Nate's calm voice interrupted, offering Corrine the peeled apple. He looked at Andromache then, his eyes distant, an icy coolness flickering across them.
"For a follower to act with arrogance, they should at least know who their leader is." "Master is. If the master can't protect themselves, why would they care about the follower?" Andromache's smile faltered, her eyes narrowing as coldness seeped into them. Still, her lips held the ssmile-thin and dangerous.
"Nate, what are you implying?" Nate's gaze turned even colder as he wiped away any trace of the apple's juice on his fingers. His voice, crisp and sharp, was like a winter wind biting through the air.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'm saying exactly what it sounds like. I've treated you with courtesy, as an elder should be respected. But if you don't value that, then I won't waste my tpretending we have any familial bonds." Andromache's expression tightened, her fingers gripping the fabric of the sofa so tightly her nails left marks. Her voice cout in a sharp snap.
"Nate, I am your aunt." Andromache was Evelyn's daughter, the biological sister of Nate's father—a fact that she never let anyone forget.
As her words echoed through the room, an unsettling stillness settled, amplifying the sound of Corrine taking a delicate bite of her apple. The crisp crunch rang out, yet it didn't disrupt the quiet—it almost seemed to belong there, adding a touch of elegance to the tension.
Nate's eyes softened slightly as he watched Corrine, her movements as refined as a royal Persian cat leisurely savoring a bite.
@t€$† ¢ ħАþtëяŞ In ĠalnøvεlşBut his words, colder than a frosty winter wind, were aimed squarely at Andromache.
"If you're unfamiliar with how to behave like the rest of the family, I'd be more than happy to show you the ropes. And even if Grandma finds out, I highly doubt she'd have any objections." Nate's tone was slow and indifferent, laced with an eerie intimidation that sent a chill through the air. The moment his words fell, silence crashed over the room like an icy wave, suffocating and absolute, as if the temperature had plummeted in an instant.
Andromache felt it. The sharp jolt of shock made her pupils contract like a camera shutter snapping shut. Nate had been trained by his grandfather, Ralph Hopkins, after all. Beneath that composed exterior lurked a force so oppressive that it felt like a weight pressing on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.
Her gaze sharpened, locking onto him. Outwardly, he was the picture of poise-refined features unmoving-but there was a shadowed edge to him, something cold and sinister that clung to the air around him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Nate, I dare you to lay a finger on me!" Andromache's voice was soft, carefully measured, but the slight tremor betrayed her. The fear pulsing beneath the surface was impossible to suppress.
Andromache knew that if Nate decided to lose control, not even blood ties would restrain him she restraing hadn't forgotten how he clawed his way to his current position, nor how he had dismantled the resistance of the uncles who dared oppose his rise.
Nate lifted his gaze. It was dark, impenetrable, like the like the surface of a frozen lake. "Go ahead. Try me."
The words were light, effortless-yet they slammed into Andromache like a thousand-pound weight, stealing breath from her lungs. She clenched her teeth and swallowed hard, forcing back the resentment clawing at her throat.
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