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Chapter 1619:
“Sure,” Corrine replied with a nod.
By the tdarkness enveloped the city like a quiet curtain, they had finished their meal. The two of them now
curled up together in the htheater, warm and close, lost in the glow of the screen.
To make things easier for her, Nate had curated an impressive lineup of films—timeless classics from both local
and international cinema, as well as a few recent releases across various genres.
Corrine scanned the titles and chose a suspense film. With a bucket of popcorn balanced on her lap, she sank
into the plush cushions of the sofa.
As the movie unfolded, they whispered theories back and forth, trying to outguess the plot and unmask the
culprit.
Tslipped through their fingers. Just as the film reached its most electrifying twist, Corrine’s phone rang, shrill
and sharp.
The sound sliced through the room like a blade, dragging her from the story’s grip. She snatched up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Corrine, get to Depraval Bar—quick! Your Uncle Waldo is in trouble!” Jolene’s voice crackled through the
speaker, tight with urgency.
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Corrine felt her heart skip a beat. There was no tto think. She tossed the popcorn aside and sprang to her
feet.
Nate was already alert. Seeing her expression, he stood as well, ready to move. “What happened?”
“Uncle Waldo is in trouble,” she said breathlessly.
Without hesitation, Nate reached for her hand, his palm warm and steady against her cold fingers. “I'll take you
there.”
When they arrived at Depraval Bar, a dense crowd had already gathered at the entrance. Onlookers swarmed
like moths to a flame, craning their necks for a better view of the chaos inside.
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Nate cast a sharp glance at Saul, who trailed just behind. The message was silent but clear. Saul gave a quick
nod and strode forward with his men, slicing through the crowd and ushering people away from the doorway.
Only after the crowd began to scatter did Corrine and Nate step inside.
The bar was jarringly bright, stripped of its usual moody ambiance. No soft shadows, no inviting darkness. Just
white, clinical light spilling across a scene that reeked of conflict.
Furniture had been shoved aside. Blood speckled the floor, stark against the polished wood—a silent testament
to the violence that had erupted not long ago.
Jonathan lounged across a leather
sofa, his legs tossed over the low
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Not far from him knelt a tall man, his
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But he was nowhere to be seen. Had he been hurt? Taken away to a hospital? The question lingered, heavy in her
chest, until a burst of footsteps echoed from deeper inside the bar—followed by sharp voices.
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