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.

realizing his reaction

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

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

argue, Carl was

Corrine lowered herself into the seat, Nate's crisp, woody cologne wrapped around her, its cool undertones distinctly

glance

His forearm, corded with prominent veins, radiated quiet strength- like a

you have something to say to

was smooth, yet the weight of

eyes at the table turned

ever observant, caught the subtle flicker of unease in her grandfather's expression. Suspicion stirred in

Nate that

the time to

a poised smile.

Mr.

Hopkins."

Matias nearly fumbled the water jug, his wrist shaking

a mix of surprise and uncertainty

was she

eyes settling on her with quiet intensity. After

welcome."

certain tension over the table, making even

feel restrained.