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.

small talk. Why so serious? And if I really

his lips twitched as if he were about to speak. But before he could, Corrine’s voice rang

“Then bring it on!”

in the air, partially veiling Andromache’s upturned red lips—tempting yet treacherous,

have truly surprised me. I might just be

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

ease, meeting Andromache’s gaze without

will

she 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

should go before Evelyn starts worrying,”

barely taken three steps when Nate’s voice cut through the air, cold and devoid

“Matias, see her out.”

second. She turned back, her smile fading into something cool and dismissive. A quiet scoff escaped

her bag