NovelBookChapter 930: But Corrine didn't ctoward them. Instead, she walked straight to the dark purple Lykan Hypersport.
The window of the car rolled down slowly, revealing Jonathan's handsface.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis looks were as striking as Nate's, and even in the low light, his features seemed more intense and sharp. Jonathan raised an eyebrow and grinned mischievously. "Well, Miss Holland, what a surprise." "Did you enjoy the show, Mr. Martel?" Corrine asked, her face showing both amusement and a hint of challenge.
"Miss Holland, your fighting skills are something else. Truly, you're a heroine among women," Jonathan said. "How about a ride?" "Why not?" Corrine agreed.
She opened the door, sliding into the car with grace.
Jonathan watched her, a playful smile curling his lips. “Miss Holland, aren't you afraid I might have ulterior motives?" Corrine looked at him, her face calm and unbothered. "Would you?" Jonathan stared at her for a moment before letting out a quiet laugh. "No, I would never hurt you." "Do you have a crush on me, Mr. Martel?" Corrine raised an eyebrow, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.
Jonathan nodded without missing a beat. “Yes, I do. Quite a bit.” Corrine didn't answer right away. Instead, she pulled out her phone and quickly typed a message to Natasha. “I need the news on Burgess Group's bankruptcy by tomorrow morning." Startled, Natasha shot up in bed, her fingers racing over the keyboard. "What happened? What's going on?" They had planned to acquire Burgess Group, but that was still a month away. Why the sudden urgency? Explore more on g V Ino vlsBesides, Burgess Group had been a major player in Lyhaton for years.
It had a strong foundation.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBurgess Group wasn't a company that could easily go bankrupt.
With her eyes lowered, Corrine typed slowly, each word deliberate. "If everything goes according to plan, we'll hear that Corey's been arrested by tomorrow morning." Natasha sensed something was off but didn't dare to ask. "Got it."
After setting her phone down, Corrine heard Jonathan chuckle beside her. "Does that old man have a radar on E him?" Corrine frowned and followed his gaze, spotting Jacob's car in the distance.
The coldness in her eyes softened, replaced by a slight warmth. "Daoks like I won't need your help after all, Mr. Martel."
"Miss Holland, my car isn't a taxi you can just hop in and out of, "Jonathan said with a playful tone. "Hold on."
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