The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 669:

The man before her inclined his head politely. His demeanor was calm, much like Carl’s.

“Miss Holland,” he said smoothly.

“Your grandfather would like to have a word with you.”

A flicker of concern passed through Corrine’s eyes. If her grandfather was calling for her at this hour, it could only mean something important.

“Give me a moment,” she replied. Swiftly, she changed into something more appropriate before following Leland down the dimly lit hallway to Carl’s room.

As they neared the room, a sudden crash echoed from within. The unmistakable sound of shattering porcelain jolted through the air. Corrine glanced at Leland, her brows lifting in silent inquiry. Leland cleared his throat, his expression composed but his tone carefully neutral.

“It’s probably Mr. Jules Ford inside.”

Corrine nodded slightly before stepping forward.

a tangible force. Jules stood there, his head bowed in submission, while Carl

thick silence, urgency lacing her words. Her eyes locked onto the raised cane, a flicker of unease crossing her

the sound of her voice. His sharp gaze softened—just

here,” he said

has the newest

placing a steadying hand on his

“What’s going on?”

on the

explain it himself!” he

with an authority that sent a chill down his spine. Feeling cornered, he finally admitted to accepting certain “benefits” from

heard Jules’ explanation, her lips twitched into a knowing smirk. So that was why Jules had stopped persuading her to keep a distance from Nate. He couldn’t oppose her relationship with Nate now that his loyalty was

his cane against the floor, the sharp crack cutting through the air like a

motives, yet you still interacted with him in private? Are you trying

of nonchalance, leaned back lazily as if Carl’s anger was nothing more than background