?<strong>Chapter 584:</strong>


    Brook’s words struck a chord in Corrie’s heart. Seizing her handbag, she hurled it at him with no mercy.


    With a deft catch, Brook held the handbag and taunted her, a smirk on his face. “Oh, did I strike a nerve? You know, no man really likes a vicious woman like yourself.”


    Corrie let out a mockingugh. “Like? Why would I need a man to like me? What good does his liking do me? If he can’t offer me anything I value, why should his feelings matter?”


    Brook calmly brushed off Corrie’s hand and wiped his own with a tissue, eyes full of disdain. “Well, since you’re so determined, I wish you all the best.”


    Stung by his dismissive tone, Corrie clenched her fists, watching him walk away.


    She took a deep breath, slowly releasing it, trying to steady her emotions. “It doesn’t matter, Corrie,” she whispered to herself. “You haven’t done anything wrong. Isn’t this just how it works in our world? Everything revolves around gains. True virtue? That’s a luxury only those at the top can afford. The rest of us? We do what we must to survive. Yes, you’re doing just fine.”


    Corrie calmed herself, banishing the turmoil that had built up in her heart. She mustered a smile and left the study.


    Upon entering the dining room, she noticed that dinner was just being served.


    Corrie settled at the table. Seeing Enzo start his meal, she followed suit.


    Midway through the meal, Enzo looked up at Brook and Corrie, seated next to each other, and asked in an offhand manner, “How are things between you two? You’ve been together for about two months now. When do you n to marry?”


    Caught off guard, Corrie sneaked a quick look at Brook, puzzled about Enzo’s intentions. Was he pushing for a wedding or merely probing the strength of her rtionship with Brook?


    While Corrie was lost in thought, Brook responded, “Corrie and I are taking our time. Two months barely scratches the surface of getting to know each other. Besides, I’ve been swamped with worktely, so marriage isn’t something I’m rushing into.”


    Enzo seemed to ept Brook’s logic, pausing to take a bite of his steak before adding, “You should consider moving things along, though. Neither of you is getting any younger. Don’t make Corrie wait too long—it’s time you both settled down.”


    Brook nodded in agreement. “Alright, I see.”


    After they finished eating, Enzo made it clear he had no intention of holding them up any longer, urging them to leave without dy.


    In the car, Corrie snapped irritably, “I’ll never marry you. A man of your sort doesn’t deserve me in the slightest. I’d rather choose someone else from your n.”


    Brook, his eyelids heavy, seemed utterly unfazed by her deration. “Well, that’s fine by me. Go ahead, find someone else. Just stop haunting me. I have no interest in a woman like you.”


    Corrie scoffed. “You’re just saying that because you’re impotent.”


    At that, Brook mmed on the brakes so suddenly that Corrie’s face drained of color.


    She stared in terror at the road ahead. A cliff loomed dangerously close. One more moment of driving, and they could plunge over the edge.


    Regaining herposure, Corrie cried out in panic, “Are you out of your damned mind? Can you even drive properly?”


    Brook nced at her coldly and remarked, “If you dislike me so much, you shouldn’t be in my car.”


    Corrie’s expression darkened, her sneer widening. “I merely mentioned that you’re impotent. Did my words hit a nerve? You aren’t really impotent, are you?”


    “Are you even a woman?” Brook retorted, his face twisted with disdain. “You fail to capture anyone’s interest. And yet, you aspire to charm a man from my n? Do you really think you’re alluring?”


    Fury surged through Corrie, and just as she was about tosh out, Brook opened the door and stated icily, “Either stay quiet and ride with me, or leave my car.”


    Outside, the dark road reminded Corrie of a chilling night two days earlier when she had waited in the cemetery until someone finally came to rescue her.


    She shuddered, closed the door, and chose silence over confrontation.


    Brook scoffed, locked the doors, and elerated, driving toward the downtown area.


    Upon arriving, he stopped randomly and let Corrie out. Seething, Corrie pulled out her phone to call a taxi. But as she settled into the cab, a sudden idea made her change her destination.


    Brook thought he was so clever? She would prepare a “surprise” for him—a lesson that he needed to be humble.


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