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.

voice erupted in the background. "Help!

"If

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

like ice water. Donnelly

charming expression hardened into a mask of glacial determination. "What

Treasures' owner- straight to the point," the kidnapper sneered through the

in an hour!

The line went dead.

mind raced as she contemplated

he have possibly

of lightning, memory struck: the suspicious vehicle that

yesterday,

she contacted Jules to

placed him not at the docks, but at an

Meanwhile, Leah was returning from a shopping

features darkened with remembered

at Farris' birthday party, where her counterfeit gift had exposed her before the Ashton family, still

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

festered ever since, and the sight of her now stoked

Corrine's car

friends, no family, no obligations. So, where could she be rushing off to? Leah's gaze lingered. The car wasn't

Corrine hiding something? A secret she wouldn't dare let