The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 699:

“Try this,” Nate’s calm voice interrupted, offering Corrine the peeled apple. He looked at Andromache then, his eyes distant, an icy coolness flickering across them.

“For a follower to act with arrogance, they should at least know who their leader is.”

“Master is. If the master can’t protect themselves, why would they care about the follower?”

Andromache’s smile faltered, her eyes narrowing as coldness seeped into them. Still, her lips held the same smile—thin and dangerous.

“Nate, what are you implying?”

Nate’s gaze turned even colder as he wiped away any trace of the apple’s juice on his fingers. His voice, crisp and sharp, was like a winter wind biting through the air.

what it sounds like. I’ve treated you with courtesy, as an elder should be respected. But if you don’t value that, then I won’t waste my

fabric of the sofa so tightly her nails left marks. Her voice came out in

am your

biological sister of Nate’s father—a

echoed through the room, an unsettling stillness settled, amplifying the sound of Corrine taking a delicate bite of her apple. The crisp crunch rang out, yet it didn’t disrupt the quiet—it almost seemed to

softened slightly as he watched Corrine, her movements as refined as a royal Persian cat leisurely savoring a

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his words, colder than a frosty winter wind, were aimed squarely at

I’d be more than happy to show you the ropes. And even if Grandma

sent a chill through the air. The moment his words

Ralph Hopkins, after all. Beneath

locking onto him. Outwardly, he was the picture of poise—refined features unmoving—but there was a shadowed edge to him, something cold and sinister that clung to the air

carefully measured, but the slight tremor betrayed her. The fear pulsing beneath the surface was impossible