The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 142

Chapter 142 Kidnapping

"Finally, you picked up!" Donnelly's deep voice burst through the line, brimming with excitement but quivering ever so slightly, like a rope about to snap.

Corrine arched a brow, her tone carrying a sharp edge of skepticism. "Alright, spill it. How much do you need this time?"

She knew Donnelly too well. The man rarely called unless his wallet was gasping

for

air.

Donnelly was a decent soul, no doubt about it, but common sense seemed to flee him

whenever a rare artifact hit the auction block.

So, when she heard his voice on the other end of the line, it wasn't hard to

connect the dots. But then, her assumption crumbled like a house of cards.

"Are you Miss Holland?" A harsh, haughty voice cut through the receiver, dripping with

arrogance.

could respond, Donnelly's panicked voice erupted

"If

same haughty voice came, followed by the sickening thud of a body hitting

struck Corrine like ice water. Donnelly had been

a mask of

to the point," the kidnapper sneered through the phone. "Fifty million dollars,

an hour! Or the old man

The line went dead.

raced as she contemplated the

hermit-who could he have possibly

memory struck:

yesterday,

she contacted Jules to

not at the docks,

was returning from a shopping

darkened

party, where her counterfeit gift had exposed her before the Ashton family, still

refund. But instead of getting what she wanted, she'd walked out even

of her now stoked the fire. Leah's lips

watched Corrine's car with

Ashton family claimed Corrine had no connections in Lyhaton-no friends, no family, no obligations. So, where could she be rushing off to? Leah's gaze lingered. The car wasn't heading

she wouldn't dare let