The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 719:

Corrine, unfazed, met his anger with cool resolve. A lazy voice echoed in the background, almost bored. “You lost fair and square. Accept it.”

The room fell silent as a figure, like a storm slowly approaching, captured everyone’s attention. Hell made his entrance, draped in a crisp white suit.

His golden hair cascaded in waves, gathered neatly in a low ponytail, with stray strands brushing his forehead, partially obscuring the depths of his striking eyes.

Under the flickering lights, his amber gaze shimmered with a honeyed glow, a faint but undeniable coldness in its depths—a chilling, sorrowful presence that seemed to freeze the air around him.

He moved effortlessly to a chair, pulling it out with deliberate grace before sitting down. A soft sigh escaped his lips, breaking the tension that had built in the room.

“Not many dare to stir the pot in my domain,” he said, his voice calm yet carrying a subtle threat.

betraying him as a forced

empire, but one thing was universally acknowledged: if there was something you wanted, and you could pay the price,

and reverence walked

his reputation for ruthlessness was what truly defined him. His methods were like

Hell’s voice interrupted, smooth as silk yet

hesitated, his gaze flickering around before he

“It’s her!”

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eyes followed the direction of his finger, settling on

locked, a subtle jolt shot through her—a breath caught in her chest as his amber eyes pierced into hers. His stare felt like an unspoken question, his

quickening. After a moment, she raised her eyes again to meet his without

it? I believe there’s a business matter I’d like to discuss with