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.

deflect the strike. It was

intrigued, wondered where Corrine had acquired such

the Ford family hiding such a

ready to shower Corrine with praise. But Nate slowly turned toward Moses, his presence enough to send a chill through the room. His eyes locked onto

tracks, swallowing the rest of his words. The tension in the air

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an eerie silence, thick with

voice was calm

Ms. Hopkins, you really should get that treated. It would be best

intact, though now it

of you, Miss Holland. I appreciate

turned and strode away,

a brief flicker of hesitation—a momentary stumble. But her eyes, cold with determination, betrayed no

side, crimson nails digging into

thought that Nate had found a simple woman in Corrine,