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 reaction had been too

said smoothly, "That's not your

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

argue, Carl was forced to let

crisp, woody

stole a glance at the man

had just begun rolling up his sleeves, unfastening his diamond cuff links with practiced ease. His forearm, corded with prominent veins, radiated quiet strength- like a predator

have

smooth, yet the weight of

table turned toward them-including

ever observant, caught the subtle flicker of unease in

and Nate

the time to

she offered Nate a poised smile. "I appreciate

Mr.

Hopkins."

Matias nearly fumbled the water jug,

to Corrine, a mix of

was she

dark eyes settling on her with quiet intensity. After a moment of scrutiny,

welcome."

tension over the

feel restrained.