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.

had many male descendants in the younger generation, while the girls were few

been as beautiful as Fatima. Never as clever, never as skilled at winning

away that Judie finally had a chance to step

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

adventure awaits at

a finger to save her, why would he risk angering

realization hit like ice pouring into her veins. Her face drained of

and Matias shoved her head to the ground. Saul’s grip tightened on her shoulder, his fingers digging in like iron clamps. His face was devoid

His voice

already stark, and with Saul—broad-shouldered and ruthlessly efficient—there was no room for resistance. He was not the type to exercise

the weight of the situation crushed her. Finally,

Miss Holland, I am