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.

should be respected. But if you don’t value that, then I won’t waste my time pretending we have

her fingers gripping the fabric of the sofa so tightly her nails left

I am your

Nate’s father—a

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

her movements as

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words, colder than a frosty winter wind, were

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

with an eerie intimidation that sent a chill through the air. The moment his words fell, silence crashed

camera shutter snapping shut. Nate had been trained by his grandfather, Ralph Hopkins, after all. Beneath that composed exterior lurked a force so

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

voice was soft, carefully measured, but the slight tremor betrayed her. The fear pulsing beneath