Chapter 179 Our Shipment Has Been Taken
Leah wept softly in his embrace. “Bruce, I’m sorry. I’ve put you in a difficult position
once more…”
“You don’t have to apologize for that,” Bruce responded, his voice calm and steady. He could feel Leah shaking slightly, and a surge of compassion replaced his impulse to
follow Corrine.
He stroked Leah’s back gently, comforting her with even strokes. “She has always disregarded others‘ emotions. Just stay away from her next time.”
Leah obediently replied, “Okay.”
Bruce’s attention drifted as he spoke, catching sight of Corrine walking away.
Nate was at her side, his arm securing her slender waist.
The two dipped their heads as they stepped into their vehicle, and Nate shot a defiant
look back at Bruce.
A taunting smile played on Nate’s lips.
Bruce experienced an odd, unsettling feeling at that moment.
It seemed as though something rightfully his had been snatched away.
Although it was something he claimed to neither want nor care for, he felt it shouldn’t
be claimed by another.
Within Bruce’s arms, Leah sensed his gaze on Corrine’s retreating figure, a hint of jealousy flickering across her eyes. “Bruce, do you think Miss Holland will forgive us? Will she still join us for the company’s anniversary?”
Bruce looked down, his touch gentle as he wiped Leah’s tears. “Whether she forgives or not is up to her, but she has to be at the celebration.”
Upon hearing his words, Leah’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing with a
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calculating coldness, like a hunter poised for the kill.
Meanwhile, in the car, Nate observed Corrine with a mischievous gleam in his eye. “A lady of refinement, aren’t you?”
Corrine detected the playful undertone in his remark.
Her eyebrow arched, mischief sparkling in her clear eyes. “Do you see a problem with
that?”
Nate studied her face, his finger gently brushing her cheek, admiration glowing in his eyes. “You’re always right in my book.”
He moved closer, his kiss tender yet commanding, as if he was staking his claim.
The driver caught a glimpse of them in the rearview mirror and quickly looked away, discreetly raising the privacy screen.
In the sealed off cabin, a thick veil of intimacy enveloped them, dulling their senses.
The moment was on the brink of deepening when a sudden phone ring cut through the
tension.
Nate dismissed the call with a swift tap, only for it to ring again relentlessly.
His patience wearing thin, Nate answered sharply, “This had better be urgent!”
Moses, feeling the iciness in Nate’s tone, hesitated before speaking. “Our shipment’s been taken… Does that qualify as urgent?”
“What’s the situation?” Nate asked. His voice was calm, but the hidden intensity in his dark eyes was enough to send shivers down one’s spine.
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“Usually, the waters quiet around Trigold, yet today, our shipment was ambushed by an unexpected group.”
That cargo was valued in the billions!
These were not in
any goods, but critical supplies for their operations.
Nate’s expression darkened. “Inform Zack. I’m on my way.”
“Got it!” Moses replied. “I’ll send some men to survey the area first.”
After the call ended, Nate turned his focus back to Corrine, who was sitting on his lap.
facing him.
Her lips, tender from their kisses, pouted slightly, and her eyes showed a hint of hesitance. “Does this mean you’re heading out on business?”
