TimeNovelChapter 1370: Nate was seated in a sterile room, his shirt off while the doctor changed the dressing on his wounds.
Just then, his phone rang. Nate answered, and as he listened, the air grew heavier, colder-thick enough to choke on.
Matias and Saul stood by the door, watching him closely. Though no words were spoken, their expressions said enough. They exchanged glances and let out quiet sighs.
They didn't need to ask. They already knew.
Only Corrine could rattle Nate like this.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe ended the call in silence and then slowly lowered the phone. His jaw clenched so tightly it looked as if it might crack. His eyes burned with something darker.
He squeezed the phone in his palm until his knuckles turned stark white.
She had said she was entitled to privacy. That outsiders had no place in her personal affairs.
That was what he was to her now.
An outsider.
The word echoed in his mind, each repetition cutting deeper than the last. His chest tightened, as if an invisible chain had wrapped around his heart and was slowly tightening.
Noticing the irritation on Nate's face, Matias and Saul stiffened as if even breathing too loudly might draw fire their way.
At that moment, Vulture strode in. He looked like a storm in human form, his eyes shadowed beneath a scowl, gripping his phone tightly.
He had been trying-and failing-to reach Corrine since the night before. She had a peculiar way of not bothering with explanations; she simply cut him off and blocked his number without hesitation.
So far, not even a whisper from her.
Explore more chapters at gilnovThinking Nate was the reason Corrine shut him out, Vulture glanced at Nate coldly. But when he caught sight of Nate's bleak expression, a flicker of satisfaction tugged at his lips. He couldn't help but jab, "What's with the long face this morning? You look like someone just broke your heart." Matias and Saul tensed again, trying to stay as invisible as possible.
There was no doubt about it-Vulture embodied everything a Red Flleader stood for. He wasn't just leading the gang; he was dancing with danger.
Everyone could see Nate was barely holding it together, likely over Corrine, yet Vulture chose to pour salt into the wound. Classic daredevil move.
Nate didn't even blink, which only deepened Vulture's irritation. He opened his mouth to speak when his phone rang sharply. The screen showed an unfamiliar number, and Vulture stiffened.
"Yeah? Who is this?"
"It's been a while, old friend," Kinsley's familiar voice crackled through the e speaker. The sound hit him like a brick to the chest. For a moment, he stood frozen, mind blank.
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