Chapter 599:

“Where do you live, Miss Holland? What do your parents do?”

Before Corrine could respond, Nate interjected, lifting his gaze to meet Andromache’s, his dark eyes cold and unreadable.

“Aunt Andromache, it’s getting late,” he said, his tone clipped.

“You should be going.”

There was an icy edge to his voice, a chill that settled in the room like a sudden storm.

Andromache’s smile faltered, a slight crack in her composed demeanor. She hadn’t expected Nate to dismiss her so directly, so decisively.

Leaning forward, she flicked the ash from her cigarette into the ashtray and gave Nate a sidelong glance, her smile returning, though it now carried a tinge of mischief.

so serious? And if I really wanted to do something to her, do you

to speak. But before

“Then bring it on!”

over the large office like a thick, suffocating veil. Smoke curled lazily in the air, partially veiling Andromache’s upturned red lips—tempting yet treacherous, like a rose laced with thorns. A beat passed before her soft voice slipped through the

you have truly surprised me. I might just be starting to admire

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but beneath the surface was a sharp edge—a challenge hidden

deliberate ease, meeting Andromache’s gaze without

I will

into the ashtray. She reached for her bag and stood, her gaze trailing over

getting late. I should go before Evelyn starts worrying,” she murmured, turning toward

when Nate’s voice cut through the air,

“Matias, see her out.”

smile fading into something cool and dismissive. A quiet scoff escaped

the car, Andromache tossed her bag onto the seat

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