Chapter 1214: Looking out the plane window at the shrinking landscape below, she let out a long sigh.
She hadn't imagined her first trip to the Independent Continent would leave such a mark, nor had she expected to leave with so many questions swirling in her mind.
After a long flight, the plane touched down gently at the international airport of Lyhaton.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMatias had been waiting by a Rolls-Royce for quite stime.
As soon as he spotted them, he hurried over. "Mr. Hopkins, Miss Holland." Corrine gave a small nod and, bending to enter the car, told Matias, "Taketo Pinvolla Law Firm." That was where Waldo worked. She needed his advice on something important.
After more than an hour on the road, the car finally pulled up to Pinvolla Law Firm.
Nate gently cupped the back of her head and kissed her softly on the lips. His eyes softened with warmth as he said, "Callif you need anything." "I will," Corrine replied with a sweet smile, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his lips before stepping out of the car.
As she walked away, Nate watched her for a moment, then turned his attention back, his face returning to its usual cold, detached look. "What's on your mind?" Matias didn't hesitate. "Someone's been looking into Miss Holland.” He paused briefly, watching Nate's reaction in the rearview mirror before continuing cautiously, “Also, the Ford family has been facing sbusiness troubles lately." He suspected whoever was behind the investigation had found something and might be preparing to target the Ford family.
Nate's chiseled features grew cold, his eyes narrowing as a dangerous spark flickered in them. "Whoever it is, make sure they back off completely." "Understood, sir." As Corrine walked into the law firm, the receptionist looked up with a polite smile. "Hello, miss. Who are you here to see?" "I'm here to see Waldo Ford," Corrine replied calmly.
"Oh." The receptionist's smile faded slightly. She paused, then shifted her gaze to Corrine with a hint of disdain. Her tone grew colder. "Do you have an appointment?" "No," Corrine answered.
"I'm sorry, but without an appointment, Mr. Ford doesn't meet with anyone." The receptionistism smile becstiff and distant, clearly less sincere than before. Corrine suspected the receptionist had mistaken her for someone bothering Waldo. "Could you please call him and let him know his niece is here?” she asked politely.
The receptionist sneered coldly.
"Miss, if you're going to make up stories, at least make them convincing. Like the one over there." She nodded toward a woman.
"That one claims to be Mr. Ford's fiancée and has been waiting for over two hours." The receptionist eceptionist om continued scrolling on her phone, never looking at Corrine. "And do you even know who Mr. Ford's niece is? Aren't you worried about the trouble you'll get into for pretending to be her?"