Chapter 74 Who Are You To Judge Me


    Corrine and Nate opted against the usual Lonsong Restaurant, choosing instead Corrine''s preferred haunt, Gourmet Spot.


    Nestled in a narrowne, Gourmet Spot had transformed from a run-down courtyard house into a stylish private club. It preserved its historic architecture while incorporating a modern, two-story addition styled in vintage decor, exuding an air of ancient charm.


    Upon opening the doors, they encountered twin ss tanks where lotus blossoms floated above darting fish.


    Beyond the enclosure, a staircase led to the private dining areas on the second floor, which overlooked a pool surrounded by statues and dotted with flowers.


    A mist hovered above the pool, lending the ce an ethereal allure.


    Among the trees, a woman''s silhouette could be discerned, her voice melodiously carrying as she sang into a microphone.


    As Corrine walked with Nate to their reserved room, she couldn''t miss the owner''s evident respect for him, leading her to suspect that this


    establishment was under Nate''s control.


    As the meal unfolded, Nate attentively served Corrine, only to notice her intense gaze. "Would you be interested in visiting my grandmother with me tonight?"


    She gently shook her head, saying, "I''m tied up with othermitmentster." Nate epted her response gracefully, suggesting, "I''ll escort you thereter then."


    Their meal drew to a close at one o''clock.


    Corrine''s phone rang just as she and Nate were getting ready to leave; it was Farris calling. "Corrine, it''s been ages since ourst chess game."


    "Things have been pretty hectic for metely with so much going on, so..."


    Interrupting her, Farris let out a weary sigh. "I understand. It''s Bruce''s loss that he didn''t choose you. Don''t forget, my 80th birthday is around the corner, and I would love for you to be there. At this stage of my life, every day is precious. It''s my wish to see you once more."


    Initially, Corrine had intended to return the bracelet that Farris had gifted her and cut ties.


    However, Farris''s straightforward request left her no room to refuse.


    "Alright," she said softly.


    "Then I''ll expect you to be there," Farris replied.


    Ending the call, Corrine headed toward the entrance to wait for Nate.


    At that moment, a few people emerged from a private room on the first floor, led by none other than Bruce.


    Bruce paused, momentarily disbelieving his eyes until he stepped closer and confirmed it was indeed Corrine. Maintaining hisposure, he addressed Kaiden from Ford Group, saying, "Mr. Hudson, I''ve just noticed a friend. Give me a moment to say hello."


    Kaiden, feeling the effects of the wine, gestured casually. "Sure, go ahead."


    Bruce hurried over to Corrine, grabbed her arm, and led her to a quiet corner. His tone was sharp with usation as he asked, "Corrine, what are you doing here?" "Release me!" Corrine demanded, breaking free from his grip, her eyes cold, "My being here is none of your concern."


    With gritted teeth, Bruce said, "This ce isn''t just open to anyone."


    The Gourmet Spot was a private retreat, catering not just to the wealthy but to those who valued privacy, with only a hundred VIP memberships granted annually.


    This wasn''t a ce for anyone without influence or wealth, unless they were apanied by someone powerful.


    Narrowing his eyes, Bruce scoffed, "I didn''t think you''d degrade yourself just for a taste of luxury."


    Before Bruce could continue, Corrine pped him sharply across the face.


    Her eyes shed with a cold light, her voice chilling. "Who are you to judge me, Bruce?"