RedNovelChapter 1293: Nate stood in the doorway, clad in a tailored black suit. Darkness clung to him like a living shadow, his sharp gaze radiating a silent promise of violence. He looked like a demon risen from the depths of hell, his voice cutting through the charged air like a blade. "Try it and see what happens." His cold warning sent an invisible tremor through the room.
Corrine froze for the briefest second before stepping toward him naturally, as if drawn by an unspoken force. Jonathan let out a soft chuckle, eyes glinting with amusement. "Back so soon?" Corrine's fingers curled slightly, her gaze flickering at his words.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWithout hesitation, Nate slipped an arm around her waist, his grip firm yet protective. It was not just a gesture of possession-it was a declaration. A silent vow that no one would take her from his side.
Unbothered, Jonathan rose from his seat. With a lazy wave of his hand, he dismissed the guards stationed by the door before strolling toward the table. His fingers found the knife still lodged in the wood-the sone Corrine had driven in earlier.
He yanked it free with an effortless motion, his thumb grazing the slightly bent blade. A quiet whistle escaped his lips. "You have the worst timing." Nate ignored the remark, his focus locked on Corrine. He lifted a hand, his warm palm grazing Corrine's cheek in a gentle yet possessive caress. His next words, though calm, carried a lethal promise. “Be grateful your business is still standing." It was more than a warning. It was a reminder of exactly who he was.
Jonathan did not take the bait, but irritation flickered behind his composed facade. Instead of lashing out, he exhaled a sharp laugh. "Nate, you are far more tolerable when you are silent.” Corrine rolled her eyes. "That applies to you as well." Jonathan paused, momentarily thrown off. She always had a way of snapping back without hesitation. 1@F€$† ¢#4PT€®$ 1# galWatching Corrine stand so close to Nate, so naturally at his side, sent an unexplainable irritation twisting in Jonathan's chest. With a sharp motion, he drove the knife back into the table. “If you are leaving, then go,” he snapped. "Before I change my mind." The sight of Corrine with Nate aggravated him more than he cared to admit. What did she even see in him? The man was nothing more than a rigid block of ice with a good-looking face.
Nate, unshaken, fixed him with an unrelenting stare. "Release Lone Ranger." His words were quiet, yet each syllable cut like glass.
Jonathan let out a humorless chuckle, though his expression turned icy. "You have quite the nerve, making demands in my own territory."
Nate's eyes darkened, his stance unwavering. "I can push further. TryThe con Con Pushfuche me.
Jonathan remained silent, his gaze sternly fixed on Nate The Content is of novelenglish.net! The room grew stifling with unspoken threats.
A deadly standoff brewed between them, neither willing to back down.
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