The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 621:

“Do you really think those people were sent by the Elder Council?” Despite his gruff exterior, Saul’s mind was sharp, always questioning the bigger picture.

Matias took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that disappeared into the night.

“Whoever they were, Mr. Hopkins made his message clear tonight. He’s drawing a line in the sand, making an example of the intruders to warn others not to overstep.”

For years, the Elder Council had been watching Nate closely, trying time and again to chip away at his power. But each time, they’d been met with caution, hesitant to challenge his unpredictable methods.

Now that they’d discovered Corrine’s existence, they saw an opening — a way to leverage her against Nate.

“Let’s not forget, Andromache has been scheming with the Elder Council behind our boss’s back for years,” Matias said, the smoke curling around his face, his expression knowing.

“No matter who sent those people tonight, it’s enough to plant seeds of doubt among them. After all, no one wants to be the one left holding the bag for crossing Nate.”

him. Whether those people had intended to harm Corrine or not, one thing was certain: Corrine was Nate’s

Council had feared Nate for years, yet they could never pinpoint a weakness to exploit. But now that they had

through the thick clouds, casting a warm golden hue over a hillside estate. Bathed in the soft glow of sunlight and surrounded by mist, the estate appeared to have been pulled straight from a

𝖁𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊: g‌ⱥ‌𝗅‌ⲛ‌𝗈‌ν‌𝖊‌𝗅‌𝘀‌⸳𝖈‌𝗼‌𝗺

smooth mountain road, arriving at the estate with an air of quiet elegance. As the car doors opened, Carl

a gathering of men and women on the distant lawn, their murmurs blending

nervous,” Carl said with a gentle pat on her hand, his voice

in Lyhaton, no one would dare

that should any disrespect come her way, she didn’t

warmth in her chest making her

suit approached them with an easy smile. It was Quentin, his handshake firm as he

heard you’ve been unwell. How

answered with a dismissive wave of his hand. Then, his eyes narrowed with intent as