The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 429:

A slow chuckle rumbled from Moses’ chest.

“Now this… this is going to be interesting.”

Given Nate’s status, the Elder Council of Independent Continent would never allow him to marry Corrine.

And the Hopkins family? They would never agree to it either.

For years, the Hopkins family had walked a fragile tightrope with the Elder Council, maintaining a precarious balance of power. If a woman were to shatter that illusion…

Of harmony, tearing down the carefully constructed facade, Moses could not think of anything more entertaining.

the bathroom, letting the warm water cascade over his tense muscles, washing away the

the sculpted planes of his chest, droplets of water tracing a slow, tantalizing path down his abs before disappearing into the fabric. His dark hair, damp and tousled, clung to his forehead, a stark contrast to his usual polished and composed demeanor. Stripped of the formality of suits and ties, he exuded an effortless ruggedness—raw, untamed, and

echoing through

it a thought as he strode toward the door. But when he swung it open, his breath hitched for just a

his eyes before he masked it

was staying

of Nate over the months—his sharp intellect, his cutting arrogance, his unwavering composure—but never this. This version of him, disheveled yet impossibly composed, sent her pulse racing. And then there was his physique. She had known, of course, that he was in peak form, but seeing it up close, unrestrained by crisp shirts

their strength

the faint blush creeping up her cheeks, and the corners of his lips curled ever so slightly. Before she could say anything,

shut behind her, enclosing them in the dimly lit room. Corrine barely had a moment to register

thrusting the shopping bag she had been holding

a brow, taking the bag with deliberate slowness before setting it

he turned back to her, his gaze locking onto hers—unreadable