Chapter 102:
“Sure, go ahead.”
Bruce hurried over to Corrine, grabbed her arm, and led her to a quiet corner. His tone was sharp with accusation as he asked, “Corrine, what are you doing here?”
“Release me!” Corrine demanded, breaking free from his grip, her eyes cold.
“My being here is none of your concern.”
With gritted teeth, Bruce said, “This place isn’t just open to anyone.”
The Gourmet Spot was a private retreat, catering not just to the wealthy, but to those who valued privacy, with only a hundred VIP memberships granted annually. This wasn’t a place for anyone without influence or wealth, unless they were accompanied by someone powerful.
Narrowing his eyes, Bruce scoffed, “I didn’t think you’d degrade yourself just for a taste of luxury.”
Before Bruce could continue, Corrine slapped him sharply across the face. Her eyes flashed with a cold light, her voice chilling.
“Who are you to judge me, Bruce?”
Bruce’s head snapped to the side from the force of Corrine’s slap. Driven by both anger and humiliation, her strike showed relentless fury. The imprint of her hand reddened Bruce’s cheek.
He slowly turned back, the pain evident as he touched his cheek, his eyes burning with dark intensity.
In that heated moment, Kaiden, spurred on by the liquor, strutted forward with a bold, self-assured demeanor.
“Hey, what’s gotten into you, slapping someone in public? Do you have any idea who this is? This man is…”
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As he drew closer and his eyes registered Corrine’s face, his bravado faltered, and he stopped mid-sentence. Kaiden’s confidence turned to confusion, his mind clearing as dread took over. Cold sweat formed on his forehead.
After a tense silence, he managed to stammer out a weak, “Miss…”
Corrine glanced at him coldly, her eyes carrying a subtle warning. The rest of Kaiden’s words stuck in his throat.
Realizing he was out of his depth, he quickly reassessed the situation.
“Ah, Mr. Ashton, I suddenly recall a meeting I need to attend this afternoon. I must excuse myself. Thank you for your hospitality.”
Awkwardly sidestepping Corrine, Kaiden hurried out, his departure a mix of urgency and embarrassment.
“Mr. Hudson, Mr. Hudson…” Bruce muttered, watching Kaiden’s hasty retreat with a scowl.
As Bruce was momentarily distracted, Corrine seized the opportunity to walk away.
“Wait!” Bruce exclaimed, catching hold of her wrist.
“Corrine, we need to talk! I know our breakup was tough, but why lower yourself like this?”
Before he could say more, a firm grip clamped down on his wrist. The knuckles were prominent, the grip tightening painfully.
Bruce yelped in pain, his grip loosening involuntarily, and the next moment, he was shoved aside forcefully. He raised his eyes to encounter a stern, sharply defined face. Cold and menacing, Nate’s eyes seemed on the brink of fury.
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