The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 474:

The expression sent a chill down Leah’s spine, causing her to instinctively loosen her hold and take a step back. But Corrine caught her wrist, leaning in close to whisper, “Miss Burgess, the real performance is only beginning.”

The onlookers, having witnessed Bruce’s intrusion, waited with bated breath for what would unfold.

Inside, Bruce found Nate lounging on the bed with calculated casualness. One leg crossed lazily over the other, his shirt collar askew, revealing a glimpse of telling scratch marks across his chest. The sight painted a picture of wild abandon.

“What are you doing here?” Bruce demanded, ice crystallizing in his voice.

Nate remained unperturbed, his gaze distant and untouchable.

“Mr. Ashton, what do you imagine a man and a woman might do alone in a room?”

His words dripped with deliberate menace.

Bruce’s jaw tightened, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. Though he had no personal feelings for Corrine, the thought of Nate possessing her ignited a primal fury within him.

years, he had maintained respectful boundaries with Corrine, yet

her sparked a

blow: “Mr. Ashton, it appears you

brow furrowed in confusion at Nate’s

not provoke the wrong people!”

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expression shifted, his jaw tensing as turmoil flickered in his eyes. A storm of uncertainty raged in his mind, each thought clashing against the next. The warning struck deep, his pulse quickening as memories surfaced. He had

cold realization settled over him. The relentless targeting of the Ashton family—it all

expression unreadable, yet his thoughts spun wildly. Who exactly was this man? How could he wield such effortless control

was low,

“Who are you, really?”

respond, a sharp exclamation shattered the

“Mr… Mr. Hopkins?”

his face drained of color. Calan quickly stepped

the interruption, Mr. Hopkins. And Miss Holland