LittleNovelChapter 630: No wonder her father had chosen this unyielding successor. Nate showed no hesitation in publicly humiliating his own aunt, exposing her vulnerability for all to see.
Then again, it wasn't exactly shocking. Those who dared challenge Nate within the family had always paid a steep price.
This was why no one in the Hopkins family dared oppose him—not even the Elder Council.
But now...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAndromache's gaze flicked to Corrine, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. An unfriendly smile, almost mocking, tugged at her lips.
"I've just remembered something urgent I must attend to. My apologies, everyone," Andromache declared, rising from her seat.
As she stood, a misstep caused her to spill the wine and knock over the utensils on the table. In a split second, a knife slid off the edge, hurtling dangerously toward Corrine.
"Corrine!" Jules cried out, leaping to his feet in a rush of panic. Even Carl, usually calm and unshakable, was visibly rattled, his eyes wide with shock.
In the blink of an eye, Corrine seized the dinner plate before her and flung it outward, her motion swift as a striking serpent.
The porcelain plate shattered into a thousand tiny shards the moment it clashed with the knife, sending fragments scattering like raindrops in a storm.
Andromache watched the spectacle unfold, her smile widening into a crescent moon as she locked eyes with Corrine, a sharp gleam in her gaze.
ŁATést ChАþt¤яŞ ¡n GatnøvelŞ"I wasn't aware you had such quick reflexes, Miss Holland," she remarked, her tone both amused and edged with a challenge.
Corrine, unfazed, casually flicked a few porcelain remnants from her clothes.
"It's wise to have a few tricks up your sleeve, you know. But..." Her head tilted slightly, a look of innocence settling over her face, though her eyes carried a sharp edge as they flickered toward Andromache's neck.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You don't look so well. At your old age, you should take better care of yourself." The smile that had danced across Andromache's lips suddenly froze in place.
Old age? She was only in her late thirties! Andromache had long been hailed as one of the Independent Continent's most stunning women, her beauty meticulously maintained and admired by all.
How dare Corrine call her old! The question gnawed at Andromache: did she really look that old? A surge of anger coursed through her, sharpening her senses. In that moment, a stinging sensation pricked at her neck, unexpected and alarming.
She raised her hand to touch the spot, and her fingers found something sticky.
Looking down, the crimson red of blood glistened against her fingertips, the dark beauty of her nail polish accentuating the disturbing sight.
Andromache rubbed her fingers together in a slow, deliberate motion, and then lifted her gaze to Corrine, her eyes smoldering with a quiet but intense meaning. "Ms. Hopkins!" One of her most trusted aides rushed forward in alarm, only to be halted by a flick of Andromache's hand.
"I didn't realize you were so... capable at such a tender age, Miss Holland," Andromache.coMiss commented, her voice smooth but laced with a sharp undertone. Her eyes narrowed, a sly smirk curving her lips, as she studied Corrine like a predator might study its prey.
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