NovelUpdateChapter 801: Andromache was certain Corrine had no right to possess a black gold card. The only plausible explanation was that Nate had given it to her. If that were the case, there was no way Corrine would know the eligibility requirements for holding one.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOver the years, Andromache had applied for such a card multiple times, only to be rejected each time. Herworth simply wasn't high enough. The idea that someone as ordinary as Corrine could surpass her financially was unthinkable.
After hearing Andromache's words, Corrine lifted her gaze, her expression calm. "I'm not Google, and I have no obligation to explain anything to you," she said, a faint, almost imperceptible smile curving her lips. "If you're so curious, why not apply for one yourself? I'm sure the official response would be far more professional than mine.” "I bet you're not even a real member, which is why you can't explain it," Andromache scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "You're just a vain, hypocritical woman." Corrine arched an eyebrow, unwilling to waste another breath on Andromache. "Think whatever you want," she said coolly, gathering her things. "I have other matters to attend to. Goodbye." As Corrine walked away, Andromache's fists clenched at her sides, and a flicker of malice flashed through her striking features. She thought Corrine was growing bolder by the day due to Evelyn's and Nate's favor. She couldn't wait to see if Corrine would be able to secure her position as Nate's wife.
Leah, sensing Andromache's darkening mood, sighed deeply. She suggested, “Andromache, it's just a dress... Perhaps we could choose another-" Andromache's sharp gaze snapped toward Leah, exuding a pressure so overwhelming it felt like an invisible hand tightening around Leah's throat, choking off her words.
After a long pause, Leah swallowed and cautiously offered, “I'll ask a sales assistant if any other dresses are available." "No need for that," Andromache responded coldly. "I'll take the one I'm wearing." She might have liked the dress Corrine wore, but she had no interest in something tainted by someone else. Leah nodded, shifting uncomfortably before trailing behind Andromache like a silent shadow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter a few moments, she hesitated, pressed her lips together, and mustered the courage to speak again. "There's something I'd like to ask you." Andromache barely spared her a glance. "Go ahead," she said, her tone condescending.
"The owner of the black gold card Corrine holds... the one you called Nate... Is he the man we met at the lounge of the racetrack last time?" Leah's eyes flickered with intrigue. An idea began to form in her mind. She already knew Nate wasn't just the billionaire CEO at the Forreal auction; he was also the leader of the Hopkins family on the Independent Continent. Leah thought she might have a way to get close to him through Andromache.
Andromache turned to her, scrutinizing her for a long moment. A trace of disdain flickered in her gaze as if she could see right through Leah's calculations.
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