Chapter 1228:

“Come on. Even after all these years of pretending to hate her, you know you still miss her,” Corrine muttered to herself.

She pressed her lips together, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, and leaned her forehead against it.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the car window.

Corrine’s eyes widened in surprise, revealing a rare glimpse of confusion. She quickly lifted her head and rolled down the window to find Jonathan standing there, dressed in white.

“What are you doing here?” Corrine asked, studying him closely with a sharp gaze.

Jonathan’s lips twitched into a faint smile. “I came to honor a close family member.”

The cemetery sat peacefully between the mountains and near the river, its stunning surroundings making it a popular spot for private burials.

At his words, Corrine didn’t say much.

Jonathan, noticing her silence, waited patiently before asking, “And you? Are you here to pay your respects too?”

Corrine paused for a moment, then gave a slow nod.

“I guess so,” she replied.

“I’ve got a small gift for you,” Jonathan said, pulling a box from his coat. “I hope you like it.”

Without waiting for Corrine to respond, he tossed the box through the car window.

As he turned to leave, Jonathan added, “Corrine, I’m glad to have met you.” His words were confusing, leaving Corrine feeling uncertain.

She had only crossed paths with Jonathan a few times, and each encounter was brief. Besides, Jonathan and Nate were bitter enemies, so she couldn’t understand why he would say he was glad to meet her.

Meanwhile, Matias received a message from Mandy. After reading it, he frowned and approached Nate, leaning in to whisper, “Sir, Mandy says Miss Holland went to the private cemetery alone, and Jonathan showed up there.”

Ꮮ𝚊𝓽𝑒𝔰𝓉 сհ𝒂ⲣ𝔱𝖊𝓇𝓼 g𝖆ⅼ𝓷օⱱ𝖊𝗅𝘀[．]𝗰𝗼𝗺

The earlier details didn’t mean much, but the last part was important. Jonathan and Nate had always been at odds, and Nate’s loyal staff all knew it. Now, Jonathan was unexpectedly approaching Corrine. Was it possible that, unable to go after Nate directly, he planned to target Corrine instead?

Nate glanced at Matias, his gaze sharp. “Send Saul there.”

“Got it.”

Corrine picked up the box Jonathan had thrown into the car and noticed a small card attached. She turned it over, her eyes narrowing slightly as she read the words.

The card simply read, “Happy Birthday.”

What struck her wasn’t just that Jonathan knew her birthday, but that the handwriting matched the one on the mysterious package she had received the other day.

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