NovelFameChapter 1384: “I am,” Nate responded coldly, his voice laced with firm authority. His eyes shimmered with a complex, dark emotion before he added ominously, "Unless that woman wants to see Claude carried out of Lyhaton in a body bag." Maddox clicked his tongue, visibly disturbed by the thought. “That woman has certainly brought you enough trouble over the years," he remarked. "But if you go through with this, you're definitely burning bridges." Nate's lips twisted into a faint, mocking smile. "There was never any relationship, to begin with, so there's nothing to destroy," he stated coolly.
Maddox pressed his tongue against his jaw, the gray smoke swirling around him, veiling his emotions. He let out a cold chuckle and remarked, "Killing her flesh and blood for the sake of a stepson. Damn, that's one hell of a twisted stepmother." The others in the room remained silent, their eyes lowered, hiding their turbulent thoughts.
The next morning, Corrine woke up feeling groggy.
Her hand reached out instinctively to the empty space beside her in the bed. It was cold.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNate had left long ago.
Although she had expected this, the stark emptiness of the room still filled her with a pang of disappointment.
She felt like a piece of her heart had been taken with him.
Rising from the bed, she wandered into the bathroom.
There, she noticed a note stuck on the mirror.
She took it down, reading the bold, flowing script: "Waiting for you to chome." Home.
Atе$т ¢#αрt̃êяs Iи galThe concept had lost its meaning when Dewey abandoned her. Even her return to the Ford family with her grandfather hadn't restored her sense of belonging.
But now, Nate's simple sentence ignited a fierce longing to return.
Corrine tucked the note away with a smile. Next, she noticed the toothbrush and toothpaste arranged neatly by the sink, and her smile deepened.
Half an hour later, she exited the room.
After breakfast at the hotel dining area, the group tidied up and made their way to the convention center.
Natasha slowed her pace to walk alongside Corrine.
"I saw Emily leave her room last night,” she confided he expression clouded with concern. "Do you know where she went?" Corrine asked, her interest piqued.
"She took the elevator up to the top floor," Natasha responded, frowning. "I wanted to follow, but you need a special card to access that floor."
That meant Emily had somehow obtained a card for the normallym inaccessible floor of presidential E suites. It was unlikely, given her financial background, but she had.
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