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?"

snapped back to reality. Regaining his composure, he firmly asked, "Is

is available at the

to Gourmet Spot,"

in his mind. Reflecting for a moment, he then said, "Find out what Corrine's up

briefly, his assistant

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

he admired her smiling 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

Corrine's eyes. "Trying to pull

Mr. Hopkins?"

leaned closer, his breath warm against her cheek,

deepened, adding a charismatic charm

eyelashes fluttering as she regained composure. "Isn't this

more than mere acquaintances, aren't we?" Nate

brushed his hand aside and said firmly, "Remember, you're the

haven't said yes

"We've already held hands and embraced.

get a little

was at a loss for

way of arguing was frustratingly

business. I'll put up two and a half billion for fifty percent

responding without hesitation, "For thirty-five

"Forty-five percent."

"Deal."

front seats, the driver and Matias exchanged glances, both