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.

swallowed with some difficulty, his nervousness betraying him as a forced smile twisted his lips. “So it’s you, Mr.

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and reverence walked

handsome, his reputation for ruthlessness was what truly

silk yet sharp enough to cut through

his gaze flickering around before

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eyes followed the direction of his

an unspoken question, his gaze as deep and inscrutable as an ancient sea, making her feel both naked and exposed, as

her gaze briefly, trying to steady herself, her pulse quickening. After a moment, she raised her eyes again

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