NovelOnlineChapter 1339: "Miss Holland," he said, his voice measured, neither loud nor soft, yet carrying the weight of authority. "Miss Atkinson requests your presence." Corrine met his gaze, unwavering. A moment passed. Then she nodded. "Alright." Mandy instinctively moved to follow, but the moment she took a step forward, the man in black swiftly barred her path. His stance was firm, his expression unreadable.
"Apologies, but Miss Atkinson specifically requested that Miss Holland calone." His voice carried a deliberate weight, the word "alone" emphasized just enough to be both a reminder and a warning.
"You wait here for me. I will be back soon," Corrine assured her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMandy hesitated. "But..." Her reluctance was palpable. Letting Corrine go off on her own, especially when it was clear she had been singled out, felt wrong.
Corrine gave a subtle shake of her head. "It is fine." A cold edge settled over Mandy's expression. She did not argue further, but her sharp gaze followed Corrine and the man in black as they disappeared from the garden.
The onlookers exchanged knowing glances, their eyes glinting with schadenfreude.
This summit was not just an event-it was an arena where careers were made or broken. Every attendee was vying for recognition, each move a calculated step toward power.
If a competitor happened to be removed from the board early, well... all the better for the rest.
Guided by the man in black, Corrine was led through a winding hallway until they reached a private lounge on the second floor. He stopped at the door, pushing it open with practiced ease before stepping aside. “Miss Holland, please." Corrine gave a small nod and strode inside. The room was empty.
Verified content from gal☐☐☐☐ Her lips curved slightly as she remained near the entrance, her gaze flicking toward the ornate mirror on the wall.
"After all these years, you are still just as childish,” she remarked, her tone edged with amusement.
In the reflection, Kinsley's poised form was visible-crouched low behind the door, ready to pounce like a mischievous cat stalking its prey.
The playful gleam in Kinsley's eyes dimmed at Corrine's words, replaced with an exaggerated pout of disappointment. "And after all these years, you are still just as boring."
Corrine arched a brow, watching as Kinsley abandoned her playful stance, slipping off he off her high heels with practiced ease. With bare feet against the plush carpet, she made her way to the sofa, her dress rustling as she moved. "Why stand all the way over there?" Kinsley drawled. "Csit.”
Her tone was warm, familiar—like an old friend picking up a conversation right where they had left off, no years lost between them.
Corrine remained by the door, arms loosely crossed. "As the heiress of Universe Financial Group, you are not NO exactly someone people can approach so easily. I will stay right here."
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