PopularNovelChapter 1133: She straightened immediately, shaking off her thoughts. Her usual air of authority returned. "Cin!" The visitor walked over swiftly. "Ms. Hopkins." When she saw the visitor, Andromache's brow furrowed slightly. "What are you doing here?" The man standing before her was the spy she had stationed to keep tabs on Darrion.
His appearance alone made her instincts flare. Something was off. "Did it fail?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. She picked up her coffee, took a slow sip, and kept her sharp gaze fixed on him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs a member of the Hopkins family, even a brief look from her carried weight.
The man began to sweat. He hesitated for a moment, then spoke cautiously. "Darrion disappeared yesterday. I checked the tunnel but found nothing. Looks like... it didn't work." Upon hearing this, Andromache smirked, letting out a mocking snort. "Worthless!" She couldn't believe the time, manpower, and resources wasted—all for nothing.
She had expected a breakthrough, but instead, Darrion proved just as useless as his father.
Her gaze shot up, cold and piercing. She saw the man fidgeting, and a wave of disgust swept over her. "Did you clean up the scene?" "Yes," the man replied quickly. "Their lives and families are in our hands. They know exactly what to say-and what not to say." Andromache's expression softened slightly at his words. "You can go now. Don't let anyone spot you." "Understood." Read more at gvlnovom Meanwhile, Corrine sat back in her chair, sipping her coffee. She occasionally glanced up at the three leaders of the Elder Council gathered around Nate in the side hall. Then she lowered her gaze, a cool, subtle smile playing on her lips.
Her presence not only caught the heads of the other families off guard but also made the Elder Council uneasy. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so eager to pull Nate aside for a discussion right in front of her.
Though Nate paid attention to their words, his gaze kept drifting back to Corrine.
The leaders of the Elder Council noticed his distracted look.
Merrick furrowed his brow slightly, feeling a flicker of dissatisfaction but keeping it to himself. "Mr. Hopkins, would it be possible to move this conversation to the conference hall?"
Nate's face was unreadable, making it impossible to tell what he was m thinking He had no patience for this group.
But with the way they were dissatisfied with Corrine, if he turned Corrine them down now, things could get even messier. As the silence stretched on, the three leaders began to speculate among themselves.
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