NovelBookChapter 666: "Miss Holland." She turned at the voice, meeting Saul's respectful nod.
Corrine acknowledged him with a slight incline of her head before heading toward the elevator. When she noticed him trailing behind at a measured pace, a quiet chuckle escaped her lips.
"Go on with your work. I am just taking a stroll." Saul hesitated, his expression troubled.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr. Hopkins instructedto stay close and ensure your safety." A knowing glint flickered in her gaze. So, Nate did not trust her. Instead of admitting it outright, he cloaked it in a noble excuse. How typical. She did not argue, allowing Saul to follow. It was a minor inconvenience-but an effective deterrent. Several wealthy young men who had been eager to approach her found themselves rethinking their decision.
They had wanted to make their move, but one glance at Saul's stance, the quiet authority in his gaze, and they wisely reconsidered.
When Corrine arrived at the billiards room, she immediately sensed the shift in the air. Something was off. She strolled over to Karina's side, selecting a cue stick from the rack with casual ease.
"What is going on?" Karina lined up her shot, her focus unwavering. With a smooth stroke, she sent the six-ball rolling cleanly into the corner pocket. Only then did she straighten, glancing at Corrine with an unreadable smirk.
Lotest chapters in glovels.☐☐☐ "They're just having a run of bad luck." Karina lined up her next shot, but this time, she missed. She stepped aside, resting her hands on the cue to allow Corrine her turn.
"While you were gone, Miguel from the Hoffman family was running his mouth," Karina said.
"Not only did he talk behind your back, but he also brought up your mother. Jules and I took care of it for you." Corrine arched a brow.
"What exactly did he say?" Miguel was Chelsea's relative, so it wasn't surprising that he had picked up on srumors about the Ford family. But for him to say something that got Jules riled up-now that was interesting.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmKarina frowned slightly.
"Why do you want to know? If people are gossiping behind your back, it's never anything good. It'll only make you unhappy."
It was clear she had no intention of repeating Miguel's words. Corrine caught the reluctance in her tone and didn't press. Instead, she turned to Jules.
Lounging on the black leather sofa, he looked completely at ease-one arm draped over the backrest his shirt Et rt sleeves kolled up to reveal strong forearms, a cigarette idly balanced between his fingers. Smoke curled lazily in the air, veiling his chiseled features in a soft haze.
Sensing her gaze, Jules exhaled a slow stream of smoke and lifted his eyes to hers. For a brief moment, the sharpness in his expression melted into something warmer. He flicked the cigarette into an ashtray, shoved a hand into his pocket, and strolled over.
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