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.

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

I am

sister of Nate’s father—a fact that she never

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

Corrine, her movements as refined as a royal Persian cat leisurely savoring

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his words, colder than a frosty winter

than happy to show you the ropes. And even if Grandma finds out, I highly doubt she’d have any

through the air. The moment his words fell, silence crashed over the room like an icy wave,

The sharp jolt of shock made her pupils contract like a camera shutter snapping shut. Nate had been trained by his grandfather, Ralph Hopkins, after all. Beneath that composed exterior lurked a force so

gaze sharpened, locking onto him. Outwardly, he was the picture of poise—refined features unmoving—but there was a shadowed edge to

on me!” Andromache’s voice was soft, carefully measured,