Chapter: 1158

Nate pulled her close and kissed her forehead. "They wouldn't dare."

Wouldn't dare...

Corrine understood that everything had a limit. Whether it was ambition or hatred, once it reached a certain point, it would explode.

Meanwhile, at the Elder Council, Merrick was sitting at his desk, writing with a fountain pen on white paper. When his assistant delivered the news, his hand wavered, leaving an imperfect stroke.

Merrick set down his pen and looked up at his assistant. As he tore up the paper, crumpled it, and threw it aside, he asked, "So, you're saying Andromache and Darrion were attacked during their escort this morning?"