The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 73

Chapter 73 Pull Strings

Corrine trailed the man in black to the vehicle, where Matias, positioned at the front, courteously said, "Miss Holland, this way please."

Corrine's eyebrow twitched slightly as she bent to step into the car, pretending to be surprised. "Oh, what are the odds of seeing you here?" Her smile barely masked the insincerity.

Nate caught the fleeting sparkle in her eyes, his lips curving into a knowing grin. "Miss Holland, you suspected, didn't you?"

"The Brighton Group," Corrine responded, her tone revealing no surprise at the revelation. Despite this, her instincts whispered that the man beside her held a status beyond that of the group's CEO.

Their gazes locked, and a trace of warmth flickered across his expression. "Would you care to join me for lunch?"

"Absolutely," Corrine responded, dropping all pretense.

As Nate's car started, it brushed past Bruce's vehicle.

From behind the gradually ascending window, Bruce caught a fleeting glimpse of Corrine's face.

Corrine was unaware of his watchful gaze, her face alight with a radiant smile while she spoke with Nate.

With a blank expression, Bruce watched the Rolls-Royce disappear into the distance. He pondered whether Corrine had switched her allegiances to another

company.

What other explanation could there be for her being here?

Lost in his thoughts, he barely heard his assistant's voice. "Mr. Ashton?"

until the second call that Bruce snapped back to reality. Regaining his composure, he firmly asked, "Is the meeting with

at

Gourmet

in his mind. Reflecting for a

assistant replied,

with mischief colored Corrine's features as she looked at Nate. "Project details are usually confidential. You're overstepping a bit, don't you think, Mr.

face. "The redevelopment plans for the old southern district don't justify a five billion investment if it's just housing. You must have other intentions, Miss Holland. I'm hoping you might include me, given our history, so I can adjust my strategies for the

amusement crossed Corrine's eyes. "Trying to

Mr. Hopkins?"

leaned closer, his breath warm against her cheek, his voice low and enticing. "Would

deepened, adding a charismatic charm to his

blinked, her eyelashes fluttering as she regained composure. "Isn't this crossing

mere acquaintances, aren't

and

I haven't said yes

Nate continued, "We've already held hands and embraced.

make sense to get a little closer and deepen our

was at a loss for

arguing was

I'll put up two and a half billion

hesitation, "For thirty-five

"Forty-five percent."

"Deal."

front seats, the driver and Matias exchanged glances,