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.

he had maintained

her sparked a consuming rage

delivered his final blow: “Mr. Ashton, it appears

brow furrowed in confusion at Nate’s

provoke the wrong people!”

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raged in his mind, each thought clashing against the next. The warning struck deep, his pulse quickening as memories surfaced. He had already tried to dig into the truth, pulling every string within his reach, but all he had ever received in return was the same cryptic advice: “Do not provoke

only cemented his suspicions. A cold realization settled over him. The

him, leaving him momentarily stunned. He fixed his gaze on Nate, his expression unreadable, yet his thoughts spun wildly. Who exactly was this man? How could

voice was low,

“Who are you, really?”

respond, a sharp exclamation shattered the

“Mr… Mr. Hopkins?”

flicked to Calan, who stood rigid, his face drained of color. Calan quickly stepped forward, his stance

Mr. Hopkins. And