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.

his skin sent a subtle shiver up her spine, her brows

down at him,

forward and pressed a kiss to the delicate arch of her foot. His lips lingered before traveling upward, planting slow, gentle kisses along her

something electric coiled in her stomach. One hand instinctively pressed down on his head, urging him closer, indulging in the dizzying pleasure

Then her phone rang.

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

phone to silent and tossed it onto the

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the city, Leah’s stomach twisted with unease as

voice pulled her back to the present. His sharp gaze settled on her

forcing composure into her voice. “I just suddenly

slightly, his mind turning