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.

sent a subtle shiver up her spine, her brows twitching at the unexpected

down at

His lips

her stomach. One hand instinctively pressed down on his head, urging him closer, indulging in the

Then her phone rang.

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

switched the phone to silent and tossed it

𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗴⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧸ⅽ𝗈𝗺

Leah’s stomach twisted with unease as the call

His sharp gaze settled

quickly lowered her gaze, forcing composure into her voice.

darkened slightly, his mind turning to