The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 392:

A particular item caught her eye—a traditional crossbow showcased behind glass. Interest sparked in her gaze, and Corrine unlatched the cabinet, retrieved the crossbow, and effortlessly assembled its disassembled parts.

Her movements were smooth and practiced, each motion instinctive, as if embedded in her muscle memory from years of repetition.

The men in the room, still deep in discussion, faltered mid-sentence, their attention drawn to the scene unfolding before them. Their expressions shifted to astonishment. Without question, the woman Nate had chosen was far from ordinary.

Nate observed her, his gaze deepening with intrigue, a quiet, knowing smile curving his lips. Corrine was full of surprises.

Just then, Moses walked into the office with a folder—only to find himself staring down the barrel of the crossbow in Corrine’s hands.

“Shit!” he blurted, instinctively reaching for his lower back, only to realize he was unarmed. With no other choice, he threw his hands up in surrender.

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the scope, not expecting anyone to walk

concluded their

we’ll take our leave

them with a subtle inclination

if she were handling a cherished keepsake. Their surprised expressions betrayed their thoughts—most women would shrink from such a device, yet she appeared thoroughly fascinated. Indeed, the companion of a

folder from the floor. As

dark hair, which had been elegantly arranged in a twisted bun, save for one rebellious strand that curved gracefully across her forehead. Every aspect of her bearing radiated refined

practiced hold on the crossbow. Moses found himself mesmerized by this unexpected fusion of

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