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, her motion swift

shards the moment it clashed with the knife, sending

the spectacle unfold, her smile widening into a crescent moon as she locked eyes with Corrine, a sharp gleam in

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quick reflexes, Miss Holland,” she remarked, her tone both amused and edged

unfazed, casually flicked a few

few tricks up your sleeve,

over her face, though her eyes

don’t look so well. At your old age,

danced across

only

Continent’s most stunning women, her

Corrine

did she really

her senses. In that moment, a stinging sensation

the spot, and her fingers found something