NovelOnlineChapter 1443: Her grandfather Carl was quite elderly, and her uncle Jayden, recently embroiled in a corruption scandal, was now avoiding public appearances to prevent further scrutiny.
Corrine surmised that tonight's Ford family representative would likely be Jules.
As she moved toward a secluded corner, she spotted Jules—and, to her surprise, Rachel was there too.
Corrine hastened her steps to greet them, but just as she neared, a hand emerged from the crowd and grabbed her wrist. "I finally found you, my dear daughter!" Dewey exclaimed.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis hair at the temples had grayed, and he appeared noticeably thinner. Despite these changes, his sharp brows and keen eyes still betrayed the remnants of his once handsyouth.
Corrine's expression turned icy. "Let go!" she demanded sharply.
"Do you know how hard I tried just to find you? How could I possibly let go?" Dewey retorted through gritted teeth, tightening his grip.
He had been discreetly searching for Corrine, dodging numerous dangers. The more warnings he received, the more determined he becto find her. To Dewey, Corrine was a lifeline-a means to restore the Holland family's fortunes.
He had cto tonight's event hoping to find her. To his surprise, he did.
"You're becoming more and more like your mother," Dewey said, his eyes narrowing with a calculating look.
He had fallen for Kinsley when she played the piano at a banquet, believing it was the start of a lifelong romance. However, he had since learned it was all a deception, reinforcing his cynical view that beautiful women were the most adept deceivers.
Corrine twisted her wrist, trying to pull free, but Dewey's grip was unyielding. She glanced over at Jules, who was deep in conversation and hadn't yet noticed her predicament.
Seeing no immediate help, Corrine's gaze hardened as she stared at Dewey. "If you don't want to be thrown out, let go of my hand now!" she hissed.
Updates always live at galCorrine's expression hardened instantly. Her eyes, sharp and fierce, blazed with unwavering resolve. There was no fear in her—only a cold fire warning not to push her.
Though her voice remained calm and steady, it carried the weight of firmness, leaving no room for argument.
Dewey froze for a moment, caught off guard by the change in her. His grip loosened slightly, almost unconsciously.
Noticing the shift, Corrine silently pulled her wrist free and turned away without sparing him another glance.
Dewey watched her retreat, eyes narrowing. Something unreadable flickered in his dark gaze, shadowed and deep.
She had once obeyed him without question, making his life easier.
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