The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 599:

“Where do you live, Miss Holland? What do your parents do?”

Before Corrine could respond, Nate interjected, lifting his gaze to meet Andromache’s, his dark eyes cold and unreadable.

“Aunt Andromache, it’s getting late,” he said, his tone clipped.

“You should be going.”

There was an icy edge to his voice, a chill that settled in the room like a sudden storm.

Andromache’s smile faltered, a slight crack in her composed demeanor. She hadn’t expected Nate to dismiss her so directly, so decisively.

Leaning forward, she flicked the ash from her cigarette into the ashtray and gave Nate a sidelong glance, her smile returning, though it now carried a tinge of mischief.

so serious? And if I really wanted to do something to her, do you think you

to speak. But before he

“Then bring it on!”

words had been spoken, and silence descended over the large office like a thick, suffocating veil. Smoke curled lazily in the air, partially veiling Andromache’s upturned red lips—tempting yet treacherous, like a rose

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of a compliment, but beneath the surface was a

deliberate ease, meeting Andromache’s gaze without

will

She reached for her bag and stood, her gaze trailing over Corrine

Evelyn starts worrying,” she murmured, turning toward

had barely taken three steps when Nate’s voice cut

“Matias, see her out.”

into something cool and dismissive. A quiet scoff escaped her lips before she turned on her heel and walked out without

bag