?<strong>Chapter 507:</strong>


    Corrie emerged from one of the guest rooms of Enzo’s estate, unsurprised to find Jayden present. Enzo’s failed assassination attempt from the previous day was too significant to conceal.


    Dressed in a sharp shirt and suit pants, Corrie stepped out and coincidentally crossed paths with Enzo’s butler, who was heading back to meet Enzo. She greeted him, “Good morning.”


    Returning the greeting, the butler, who had been scolded by Jayden earlier, softened slightly upon seeing Corrie’s respectful demeanor, feeling a hint of satisfaction. “Good morning, Miss Bates. Have you had breakfast yet? I’ll have the chef prepare something for you.”


    Corrie was pleasantly surprised by his gesture. “Thank you.”


    With a nod, the butler headed towards the kitchen, leaving Corrie feeling touched by his thoughtfulness.


    Corrie made her way to the dining room where Enzo was quietly having breakfast.


    Upon noticing her, he gave her a cold nce and instructed, “Have a seat.”


    Taking her ce with a mixture of nervousness, Corrie settled into the chair. Enzo continued to eat in silence, his demeanor unreadable.


    Finally, he broke the quietude with a casual inquiry. “I heard you were eager to see mest night. What’s on your mind?”


    Corrie nodded, her expression serious. “Mr. Owen, I need to discuss something crucial with you.”


    Enzo’s eyebrows lifted in silent encouragement for her to proceed.


    Gathering her resolve, Corrie said, “Yesterday’s operation took an unexpected turn. I diverted the target to Elyse, needing to confirm a suspicion.”


    Enzo’s demeanor remainedposed as he prompted, “And what suspicion is that?”


    Leaning forward slightly, Corrie whispered, “I suspect Elyse might be expecting.”


    Enzo’s gaze sharpened with surprise and intrigue.


    Corrie was certain that the knowledge of Elyse’s pregnancy could be a valuable bargaining chip.


    After a tense moment of contemtion, Enzo finally spoke in a hushed tone, his expressionden withplexity. “Is Elyse truly pregnant?”


    “Without a doubt. You can verify it by checking Elyse’s hospital records.”


    As if on cue, the butler entered the dining room with breakfast and ced the te in front of Corrie. “Please enjoy your breakfast, Miss Bates.”


    Enzo ate quietly, his thoughts evidently preupied.


    Corrie, sensing the gravity of the situation, dared not specte on his intentions.


    Once breakfast concluded, Corrie prepared to depart.


    However, Enzo stopped her with an unexpected invitation, “There will be a small gathering at my ce tomorrow evening. You and Brook are wee to join.”


    Corrie’s excitement was tempered by a facade ofposure as she graciously epted his offer. “Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Owen. We’ll be there.”


    With a nod of acknowledgment, Enzo dismissed Corrie, who was escorted out by the old butler.


    With a cheerful smile, the butler extended his congrattions to Corrie. “Congrattions, Miss Bates. Your recognition by Mr. Owen is truly remarkable. Among the younger generation, only Jayden has had the honor of attending this gathering. It’s a first-time invitation from him for you, and Brook should feel d to have a girlfriend like you.”


    Corrie’s happiness was palpable as she expressed her gratitude, “I’m deeply grateful for Mr. Owen’s acknowledgment. In the future, I’ll strive to be his capable help, sharing his burdens.”


    The butler lightened the mood with a jest. “I suppose you’ll have to start calling him Grandpa soon.”


    Corrie blushed at the yful remark, feeling a tad embarrassed to respond.


    After bidding farewell, she entered her car, brimming with excitement.


    In the car, her excitement bubbled over, and she couldn’t contain her joy. She let out a happy shout, her enthusiasm filling the confined space. Startled, the driver in front turned to her, a look of fear in his eyes as he pleaded, “Miss, you scared me. Could you please be quieter?”


    Realizing herpse, Corrie responded, “I’m sorry, I got carried away; I’ll keep it down.” Despite the reprimand, her excitement remained unabated. She eagerly reached for her phone, intending to share the news with Brook.


    However, she hesitated, recalling hisckluster response to messages. Aware of the dinner’s significance, she resolved to ensure his attendance, regardless of his reluctance.


    Dialing his number, she caught Brook in a sour mood as he navigated his way to the office.


    Brook picked up the phone with an impatient tone, his voice reflecting his irritation. “Why did you call me in the early morning? I don’t have time to go shopping with you!”


    Corrie couldn’t help but roll her eyes at Brook’s response. “Your grandpa extended a gracious invitation to me for the gathering tomorrow at his ce. Naturally, as my boyfriend, your presence is non-negotiable,” she replied firmly, emphasizing the importance of his presence.


    Brook’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Why would my grandpa invite you? It’s usually reserved for his close associates. What makes you worthy of such an invitation?” he questioned, his tone tinged with skepticism and curiosity.


    Corrie’s voice took on a steely edge. “That’s not for you to question. You need to be there, and you better behave. If you embarrass me, you’ll regret it.”


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