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.

stare with the barest

“Corrine Holland, my girlfriend.”

his words carried

and drained his glass. Zack approached

I offer you

who didn’t know better might have mistaken him for

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

you, but really, there’s no need to go out of

present had heard tales 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 itself,

presence alone reshaped the room, commanding respect without so much as a word. Even

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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

sit, a deliberate cough cut through the air. Jules, lounging

his response was swift and unyielding—his arm circled her waist in a quiet act of possession as he settled onto the sofa with