The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 721:

Hell responded without hesitation, his voice cool and firm, “Yes.” At his words, Corrine lifted her eyes, meeting his unflinching gaze from across the table.

Hell sat there, wearing a white suit that draped over him like a king’s cloak, exuding an air of sophistication and ancient nobility, as if plucked from the pages of history. His shirt collar was left slightly undone, giving a glimpse of the smooth curve of his collarbone as he slouched comfortably in his chair, like a lion lounging in the sun after a long hunt.

His features were sharply defined, as though carved by the gods themselves—each motion adding to the raw magnetism of his face. Yet, the fierce, almost predatory gleam in his eyes stood in stark contrast to his regal appearance.

In that moment, a thought flickered in Corrine’s mind. Hell was like a lion—born to lead, but weathered by the storms of life. But then another thought came to her. Perhaps Hell was a creature of pure instinct, as savage and bloodthirsty as the wild itself.

Hell’s eyes caught the faintest hint of a smile in Corrine’s, and his lips twitched into a knowing grin. “Miss Holland,” he teased, his voice dripping with curiosity, “you seem so certain of victory.”

to settle, offering him a casual glance before turning to the dealer.

sharp and calculating. “Miss Holland, remember, luck doesn’t always

words

in her eyes. Her lips curled into a confident, teasing smile. “Perhaps Lady Luck is always on my side?” The lights above flickered momentarily, casting a

Hell watched her for a

anticipation. All eyes were on the

go first to show my sincerity,” Hell

gasp echoed through the room,

luck is

he never loses… and it seems the rumors are true,”

sympathy. “If she loses, falling into Mr. Martel’s