Chapter 1171: "Try this," Nate suggested, bringing a piece of cake to her lips.
Corrine glanced up at him, then accepted the bite with refined grace.
From a distance, Saul and Mandy felt a sudden urge to look away.
Just then, footsteps echoed from the entrance of the courtyard.
Saul and Mandy looked up to see Ralph entering with a stern expression, his steps brisk.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe two exchanged a quick, knowing glance.
"Mr. Hopkins," they greeted him respectfully, subtly positioning themselves to block the doorway.
Their voices were measured, and their greeting served as a discreet signal to Nate.
Ralph noticed their maneuver, and his eyes flashed derisively.
"Move aside!" he commanded.
Saul and Mandy remained firm, unwavering in their stance.
As Nate's top assistants, their loyalty was to his commands alone.
Only when Nate gave an instruction from behind did they step aside, allowing Ralph to pass.
Ralph strode into the room with cold determination.
Upon seeing Nate and Corrine in the dining room, Ralph's eyes narrowed slightly, betraying a flicker of emotion. He inhaled sharply, his voice still edged with anger as he barked at Nate, "Get over here. I need to talk to you!" Nate exchanged a quick glance with Corrine before setting down his fork and standing to follow Ralph. The two men walked to the garden, where Ralph stopped and turned to face Nate, his gaze piercing. Read more at glnovom Nate's expression was unreadable, his shirt collar slightly undone, hinting at an underlying wildness that commanded respect and authority.
His silent, awe-inspiring presence was uncompromising and resolute, showing no hesitation.
Such traits were essential for a formidable leader of the Hopkins family.
However, Ralph had not anticipated that Nate's icy demeanor would m extend even to his closest relatives.
In the past, Ralph had been able to keep Nate under control, but now he saw that the boy had matured. If he pushed too hard, things would definitely go wrong.
He took a slow, deep breath, trying to calm the anger bubbling inside him. His voice, though, still held traces of fury. "Was it you?" Earlier that day, he had learned that Andromache and Darrion had been attacked during their transfer.
The officers were fine. The bullets seemed to avoid them on purpose.
But Andromache and Darrion hadn't been so fortunate.