The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 735:

The man, barely past his early twenties, had the kind of beauty that made heads turn—sharp brows, luminous eyes, and a delicate innocence that contrasted with the sharp angles of his features. Even kneeling before her, he did not appear subservient, but rather exuded a quiet vulnerability that invited sympathy.

Andromache’s irritation toward his defense of Leah dimmed, replaced by something far more indulgent.

“She is just a nuisance,” she murmured with a slow, dismissive smile. “It is a pity I ever wasted my time on her.”

But really, Leah was irrelevant. If she needed a pawn, she could pluck one from the masses with a mere flick of her hand.

Power had a way of attracting eager devotees.

As Andromache withdrew her foot, the assistant moved swiftly, his warm palm catching her ankle in a feather-light hold.

subtle shiver up her spine, her brows twitching

looked down at him, lips parting

the delicate arch of her foot. His lips lingered before traveling upward,

as something electric coiled in her stomach. One hand

Then her phone rang.

thick haze of sensation, jolting her back to reality. With a frustrated sigh, she reached

hesitation, she switched the phone to silent

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stomach twisted

present. His sharp gaze settled on her pale face, concern etching into his features. “Are

then quickly lowered her gaze, forcing composure into her voice. “I just suddenly

slightly, his mind