NovelFameChapter 1398: It was Corrine.
Her unexpected entrance sent a wave of murmurs through the crowd.
"How did she get here?" someone asked.
"Wasn't she taken by the police? How could she be here?" another whispered.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Could she have been released without charges?" a third speculated.
"That's impossible!" another exclaimed. "Didn't the organizing committee claim the evidence against her was conclusive?" "But her presence suggests she's been cleared. Otherwise, it would be a failure of duty by the police," someone else pointed out.
Confusion rippled through the crowd.
In no time, their attention shifted from Corrine to Bryant, searching his expression for any sign of insight. However, Bryant's face remained impassive, his eyes locked on Corrine, betraying no hint of his thoughts.
With the crowd unable to glean anything from him, they slowly shifted their focus away.
Bryant's grip tightened around his cup, his knuckles whitening. He slowly averted his gaze to mask the surge of hostility in his eyes.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing. What was Corrine doing there? Could Nate's influence have reached Riverveille, enabling him to manipulate events from behind the scenes? Corrine, noticing Bryant's dark look, allowed a slight smile to grace her lips as she approached Ford Group's elite team. She took a seat, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her lap, her posture relaxed yet sharp.
"Mr. Hopkins, shall we begin today's session of the summit now?" she asked with a confident smile, lifting her gaze to meet Bryant's onstage.
Bryant took a moment to absorb Corrine's words. His gaze locked onto her with an intensity uncharacteristic of his usually composed demeanor.
His expression, typically guarded and unreadable, now revealed a flicker of surprise.
For years, Bryant had taken pride in his meticulous, strategic calculations, confident every move he made was executed with precision. However, Corrine's unexpected presence at the summit served as a stark wake-up call, mocking his careful planning.
He had believed everything was under control, with Corrine unknowingly following his plans.
But now, at a critical moment, a significant and inexplicable slip-up had occurred.
Beneath the table, Bryant's hand clenched into a fist, tension visible in his fingers, A sharp lint of ruthlessness flashed behind his glasses. What was going on?
Silence enveloped him as he wrestled I internally with rage and humiliation, struggling to keep his composure.
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