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.

questioning gaze, immediately realizing

his tone and said smoothly, "That's not your seat, my dear. Come sit by

Holland and I seem to have a

Carl was forced to let it

crisp, woody

a glance at the man

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

do you have

yet the weight of his words

table turned toward them-including

the subtle flicker of unease in her grandfather's expression. Suspicion stirred in

there something between him and Nate that

time to press

a poised

Mr.

Hopkins."

the water jug, his

a mix of

she playing

quiet intensity. After a moment of scrutiny,

welcome."

a certain tension over the table, making

feel restrained.