Chapter 1075:

She dried her hair, catching faint murmurs drifting in from the living room. Her fingers instinctively tightened around the towel as unease crept up her spine.

Without wasting another moment, she slipped into her casual loungewear and pushed open the bedroom door.

In the living room, Vulture sat on the sofa, stone-faced as he gazed at Nate. “Do you have any idea who was behind tonight’s attack?” The assailants had come prepared. Their actions were swift, coordinated. It was clear they had been planning this for a long time.

Administering drugs through the ventilation system was a precise and covert method—something not an amateur would attempt. If there was anyone meticulous enough to pull off such an operation, only one name came to mind—Bryant.

Just then, Presley stepped in. “Mr. Hopkins, the scene has been completely cleaned up.”

Nate’s gaze remained cold and unreadable. “Did you find out how they got in?”

“They used the drainage system under construction,” Presley reported. “Tonight’s attack had nothing to do with Bryant directly, but there is a connection to Andromache. She leaked news of your return half a month ago. As for the butler, he received an anonymous call earlier this evening—his entire family of eight was threatened. He had no choice but to comply.”

Nate gave a slight nod, urging him to continue.

“Based on the evidence we’ve gathered and the testimony of the sole survivor, the attack was orchestrated by someone from your family’s collateral branches. Those killers were mercenaries recruited from the black market and had been undergoing training for nearly a year. According to the survivor…” Presley hesitated, but before he could finish, a clear voice rang from behind.

“Me.”

All heads turned.

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Corrine stood at the entrance of the room, clad in a champagne-colored silk loungewear set. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her crimson lips contrasted against her flawless skin.

Even without makeup, her beauty was striking, undeniable.

Presley quickly regained his composure. “That’s correct. Their target was Miss Holland.”

Many within the Hopkins family wanted Nate dead, but repeated failures had made them wary, forcing them to act with greater caution. Corrine, however, was a vulnerability—a leverage point.

It was Andromache who had leaked Corrine’s movements, as well as the layout of the vacation island.

A calculated move, designed to kill two birds with one stone.

By eliminating Corrine, she could not only rid herself of a perceived rival but also shift the blame onto Bryant, further fueling the flames of conflict.

But there was one thing she hadn’t accounted for. She had gravely underestimated Corrine.

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