The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 393:

Upon entering the private room, Corrine’s heart nearly stopped at the sight of Jules among the gathering. A wave of dismay washed over her as she contemplated this cruel twist of fate. Of all possible encounters, why here?

Jules, positioned in a corner, immediately noticed their arrival. His gaze fixed on their intertwined hands—hers and Nate’s. The soft sound of his glass meeting the table resonated through the suddenly hushed room.

Moses glanced between them, sensing the tension.

“Are you two acquainted?”

Before Corrine could formulate a response, Jules interjected with bitter amusement.

“She’s my cousin. I’d know her anywhere.”

“Since when did you have a cousin?” Moses exclaimed thoughtlessly, knowing Jules’ reputation as the Ford family’s sole heir.

antagonistic stare with the

“Corrine Holland, my girlfriend.”

an introduction, his words carried the weight of

contained anger at Nate’s proclamation. His jaw tightened visibly as he released a derisive snort and drained his glass. Zack approached with perfectly timed intervention, smoothly guiding Jules aside. He turned to Corrine with impeccable courtesy,

I’m Zack Liam. May I offer

might have mistaken him for a stranger meeting Corrine for the

on a sweltering day when someone finally stepped in to ease the tension. She responded with polite restraint, though a flicker of awkwardness betrayed

need to go

of Nate—whispers that carried both admiration and unease. Yet seeing him in the flesh, standing with an effortless authority that seemed to bend the air

room, commanding respect without so much as a word. Even in stillness, he emanated an unshakable dominance that

𝓒𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝗍𝒽𝑒

took Corrine’s hand, guiding her toward a sofa. Despite their late arrival, the seat at the center remained conspicuously vacant, as though the universe itself had deemed it

Corrine moved to sit, a deliberate cough cut through the air. Jules, lounging with calculated nonchalance, motioned for her

his response was swift and unyielding—his arm circled her waist in a quiet act of