Chapter 1525:
Something shifted behind Nate’s gaze. A snap of realization. “Dig into the biker gang’s background,” he ordered.
“Yes, sir.”
Once out of the study, Saul dragged a sleeve across his forehead to wipe the sweat.
Every time Corrine left the city, she left everyone around her worried sick. But who had tampered with her phone? And—more importantly—how did they know the tracker was even there?
Hundreds of miles away, Corrine stepped off the plane just as a sudden sneeze caught her off guard.
Karina’s eyes lit up. “Someone’s definitely thinking about you.”
Corrine sniffled and shot her a flat look. “Don’t be ridiculous.” They kept chatting as they wheeled their bags to the car.
The drive through Riverveille was calm, shadows of trees flickering past the windows until they reached the quiet elegance of their hot spring hotel. After a quick rinse and a short rest, Karina yanked Corrine into a steaming pool. Warm water lapped at their shoulders as they sank into the springs, wine glasses in hand, a tray of fruit floating between them. For a rare moment, the world felt far away—quiet, distant, harmless.
Corrine leaned back, eyes half-lidded, until she caught Karina’s gaze. She tugged at her robe. “Why are you staring?”
“Love has really changed you.” Karina grinned, edging closer. “Your figure has definitely improved.”
Corrine said nothing, already regretting this entire hot spring idea. With Karina, conversations had a way of slipping straight into inappropriate topics. And of course, she wasn’t done. “I’m telling you, a good relationship does wonders. Mood, skin, body—it all shows.”
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Corrine chuckled, draining the last of her wine. “Where do you get this nonsense?”
Karina pointed a manicured finger toward the steamed-up glass wall. “Go check the mirror if you don’t believe me. You’re glowing.”
Corrine rolled her eyes—but later, in the quiet of her room, she paused before the mirror.
The woman looking back had skin like porcelain, softened by steam. Her features, once sharp with guarded restraint, now held a kind of quiet allure. Something had melted. Or maybe grown.
“Admiring yourself?” Karina suddenly emerged behind her, face half-covered in a green face mask.
She lifted an eyebrow as she smoothed out the goo. “We are having a girls’ night out today, so you better tell me all the juicy details about how amazing Nate is in bed.”
Corrine was speechless.
After their all-night conversation, both Corrine and Karina felt drained, their spirits depleted like vessels emptied of something essential.
Karina only revived when they reached the fashion show, the bustling atmosphere rekindling her vitality.
Corrine often admired Karina’s remarkable resilience—how she could summon energy seemingly from nowhere, a talent Corrine secretly envied.
As elegant silhouettes drifted across the runway, Corrine fought a losing battle against her exhaustion, a telltale yawn escaping.
Just then, Karina nudged her shoulder with sudden urgency. “Corrine! Corrine!”
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