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.

yet, she had stayed composed, using nothing but a plate to deflect the strike. It was evident that Corrine was

now intrigued, wondered where Corrine

of the Ford family hiding such a

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

his tracks, swallowing the rest of his

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into an eerie silence, thick with

stillness, Corrine’s voice was calm

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

but her smile remained intact, though

Miss Holland. I appreciate

that, she turned and strode away, her

brief flicker of hesitation—a momentary stumble. But her eyes, cold with

side, crimson

thought that Nate had found a simple woman in Corrine, someone easily controlled. But Corrine had proven herself