Chapter 832:

Every fiber of her being warned her—if she spoke another word, Nate would crush her without remorse.

A long, suffocating silence stretched between them. Cold sweat dampened her back.

Andromache bit the inside of her cheek, her nails digging deep into her palm. “Fine! I will not interfere anymore.”

With that, she spun on her heel and stormed away, ignoring the murmurs and curious stares surrounding her.

But only she knew—each step felt precarious, as if treading on a frozen lake, terrified that Nate might call her back.

If he did, she would lose whatever dignity she had left.

The crowd observed her retreat, and some could not shake the impression that she was fleeing rather than leaving with pride. “You frightened my guest away,” Corrine remarked, her voice light but laced with meaning.

Nate shifted his gaze to her, and the frost in his eyes melted slightly. “My mistake. I am at your disposal.”

The spectators exchanged glances, their expressions flickering with disbelief—none more so than Danna.

She could scarcely believe what she was seeing.

Nate was known to be ruthless, indifferent to women, and utterly devoid of mercy—even toward his own blood. Yet, before Corrine, he softened. Why?

Corrine exhaled softly. “Don’t think this excuses you from the offense of frightening my guests,” she remarked. Yet, despite her words, there was no trace of reproach in her eyes as she looked at Nate.

Nate arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering across his features. A slow smile tugged at his lips before he leaned in, his breath grazing her ear. “I am all yours tonight,” he murmured, his deep, velvety voice dripping with mischief.

His deliberate play on words sent a ripple of shock through the crowd. This was Nate Hopkins—bold, unreserved, and completely unapologetic in his display of affection.

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But what exactly did he mean? The implications hung heavy in the air, igniting a flurry of speculation.

Corrine blinked, feigning innocence. Her expression was one of pure bewilderment, as if to say she had no idea what he was talking about. Nate, ever composed, straightened. “We can discuss how to handle things later tonight,” he said, as if the matter was nothing more than a trivial affair.

Corrine, with calculated poise, took a step back—just enough to create some distance between them.

In the private box, Karina observed the scene unfold and let out an exasperated sigh. “Discuss tonight? Why not just say ‘discuss in bed’ and be done with it? Men are all about desires.” Her smirk carried a wealth of meaning.

Zeke, seated nearby, shrugged. “Not all men are the same, you know.”

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