The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 630:

No wonder her father had chosen this unyielding successor. Nate showed no hesitation in publicly humiliating his own aunt, exposing her vulnerability for all to see.

Then again, it wasn’t exactly shocking. Those who dared challenge Nate within the family had always paid a steep price.

This was why no one in the Hopkins family dared oppose him—not even the Elder Council.

But now…

Andromache’s gaze flicked to Corrine, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. An unfriendly smile, almost mocking, tugged at her lips.

“I’ve just remembered something urgent I must attend to. My apologies, everyone,” Andromache declared, rising from her seat.

As she stood, a misstep caused her to spill the wine and knock over the utensils on the table. In a split second, a knife slid off the edge, hurtling dangerously toward Corrine.

“Corrine!” Jules cried out, leaping to his feet in a rush of panic. Even Carl, usually calm and unshakable, was visibly rattled, his eyes wide with shock.

the dinner plate before her and flung it outward,

porcelain plate shattered into a thousand tiny shards the moment it clashed with the knife,

her smile widening into a crescent moon as she locked eyes

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aware you had such quick reflexes, Miss Holland,” she remarked,

unfazed, casually flicked a few porcelain remnants from

few tricks

slightly, a look of innocence settling over her face, though her eyes carried

so well. At your old age, you

smile that had danced across Andromache’s lips suddenly

only

had long been hailed as one of the Independent Continent’s most stunning women, her beauty meticulously maintained and admired

Corrine call

at Andromache: did

that moment, a stinging sensation pricked at her neck, unexpected

raised her hand to touch the spot,