The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 631:

Before Corrine could respond, a shadow blurred her vision. Looking up, she found Jules standing in front of her, his presence acting as a shield between her and the approaching danger.

“Corrine is a delicate flower, barely strong enough to lift a finger, let alone harm anyone,” Jules remarked coolly.

“This is merely a coincidence. She doesn’t deserve your attention.” His voice carried the weight of certainty, as if downplaying the entire exchange.

Nearby, Moses couldn’t suppress a low chuckle.

A delicate flower? Barely able to lift a finger?

Few in the world could truly hope to challenge Andromache’s prowess. Her bodyguards were well-trained, but Andromache herself was no novice when it came to fighting.

What had seemed like an accidental spill of wine and an overturned plate was anything but. The knife had flown with unnerving precision—clearly aimed at Corrine.

the strike. It was evident that Corrine was more than

where Corrine

of the

to shower Corrine with praise. But Nate slowly turned toward Moses, his presence

tracks, swallowing the rest of his

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room fell into an eerie silence, thick with unspoken

the stillness, Corrine’s voice was calm

the wound isn’t fatal, Ms. Hopkins, you really should get that treated. It would be best to handle

remained intact, though now it

Miss

that, she turned and strode away, her steps measured

a brief flicker of hesitation—a momentary stumble. But

clenched at her side, crimson nails digging into her palm, drawing

Corrine, someone easily controlled. But Corrine