The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 647:

Without hesitation, Matias and Saul stepped forward like enforcers carrying out a sentence. They each seized one of Judie’s arms and wrenched her down, forcing her to her knees on the grass.

“Let me go!” she shrieked, thrashing against their grip.

“Do you have any idea who I am? My family will never let you get away with this!” But the crowd had already shifted sides, and the weight of power was no longer in her hands.

Nate let out a soft laugh, his voice dripping with mockery.

“And what makes you think the Seymour family would risk offending me for you?” The words slammed into her like a fist to the gut. Judie froze. The fight drained from her limbs as her mind went blank, her pupils shaking. Desperation clawed at her chest. Instinctively, she scanned the crowd, searching for Quentin—her last lifeline. But he was not there.

Her stomach lurched. She knew exactly what that meant.

generation, while the girls were

had never been as beautiful as Fatima. Never as clever, never as skilled at winning people over. For years, she had lived

married far away that Judie

path forward, a well-matched marriage, and had assured

awaits

her, why would he risk angering the Ford family or Nate on

her veins.

weightless—as Saul and Matias shoved her head to the ground. Saul’s grip tightened on her shoulder, his fingers digging in like iron

His voice was

no room for resistance. He was not the type

weight of the situation

Holland, I am