The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Andromache stiffened, her fingers gripping the fork tighter. She could only endure a few more moments before the tension broke, and she put down her fork. “Nate, what’s it going to be? Are you really going to stay in Lyhaton just for a woman?”

“My business is none of your concern,” Nate replied, his words clipped and cold, his dark eyes carrying a chilling finality.

Andromache’s breath caught in her throat. Her lips trembled as she bit back the frustration threatening to spill over. “I shouldn’t have come today.”

With that, she rose from her seat, her movements sharp with resentment.

Evelyn watched her retreating figure, her voice cold as ice. “From now on, you have no reason to come here.”

“And you’re kicking me out?” Andromache’s eyes flashed with a mixture of fury and disbelief.

Evelyn replied, her tone as frosty as

Evelyn for a moment, her nostrils flaring with indignation. With a final, disdainful sniff, she turned

Evelyn lost her appetite, excusing herself to retire to

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face, and why would your grandma cut her off at such a critical moment?” Evelyn’s earlier anger had been

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meant to stir trouble or merely add fuel to the drama, they had successfully struck a chord within her. No woman can stand completely unfazed when another woman gets

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