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 barest hint of a

“Corrine Holland, my girlfriend.”

introduction, his words carried the weight

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, as

offer you a drink? Or perhaps you’d

was smooth, unassuming. Anyone who didn’t know better might have mistaken him for a stranger meeting Corrine

Corrine like a cool breeze on a sweltering day when someone finally stepped in to ease

but really, there’s no need to go

Nate—whispers that carried both admiration and unease. Yet seeing him in the flesh, standing with an effortless

of man whose presence alone reshaped the room, commanding respect without so much as a word. Even in stillness,

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Despite their late arrival, the seat at the center remained

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

noticed her hesitation, his response was swift and unyielding—his arm circled her waist in a quiet act