The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 170

Chapter 170 A Predator Lying In Wait

As Nate's words settled, an eerie silence took over the table-so quiet that the faintest

movement could be heard.

All eyes shifted toward Corrine, their gazes laced with intrigue.

Everyone seated with Quentin had close ties to the Seymour family, making them well-acquainted with Nate.

The fact that the usually detached Nate had personally extended an invitation only heightened their curiosity.

Under their scrutiny, Corrine's lips curved into a composed yet enigmatic smile as she

approached the chair he had pulled out for her with effortless grace.

"Corrine!" Carl's voice suddenly rang out-firm, not quite reprimanding, but his displeasure was unmistakable.

She turned toward him, her expression calm.

At first, she had merely suspected that her grandfather harbored some kind of grievance against Nate, but now she was certain. He clearly didn't approve of her getting too close to him.

Could it be that he knew Nate was her boyfriend?

Her instincts, however, told her the situation was more complicated than that.

met her questioning gaze, immediately realizing his reaction had been

smoothly, "That's not your seat, my dear. Come sit by

and I seem to have a lot in common. I'd consider it a privilege to

argue, Carl was forced to

Nate's crisp, woody cologne wrapped around her,

a glance at the man beside

unfastening his diamond cuff links with practiced ease. His forearm, corded with

you have something to say

smooth, yet the weight of his words

eyes at the table turned toward them-including

flicker of unease in her grandfather's expression. Suspicion

there something between him and Nate that they

the time to press for

herself, she offered Nate a poised smile.

Mr.

Hopkins."

Matias nearly fumbled the water jug, his

gaze darted to Corrine, a mix of

she

with quiet intensity. After a moment of scrutiny,

welcome."

cast a certain tension over the

feel restrained.