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.

was merely making small talk. Why so serious? And if I really wanted to do something to her, do you

if he were about to speak. But before he could,

“Then bring it on!”

spoken, and silence descended over the large office like a thick, suffocating veil. Smoke curled lazily in the air, partially veiling Andromache’s upturned

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the illusion of a compliment, but beneath the surface was a sharp edge—a challenge hidden in

her cup down with deliberate ease, meeting Andromache’s gaze without a

will

crushed the cigarette between her fingers and flicked it into the ashtray. She reached for her bag and stood, her gaze trailing over Corrine with a mixture of curiosity, condescension, and

late. I should go before Evelyn starts worrying,” she murmured, turning

had barely taken three steps when Nate’s voice cut through the

“Matias, see her out.”

cool and dismissive. A quiet scoff escaped her lips before she turned on

the car, Andromache tossed her bag onto