The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 790:

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.

humble abode,” Evelyn replied,

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

her departure, Evelyn lost her appetite, excusing herself to retire to her

tapping rhythmically on the table with her long, delicate fingers. Each tap seemed to echo louder in the charged silence.

furrowed slightly, as though he were contemplating a riddle. “It could

would she say that to my face, and why would your grandma cut her off at such a critical moment?” Evelyn’s earlier anger had been fueled by two fires. First, Andromache’s blatant disrespect had rubbed her the wrong way. Second, Evelyn wasn’t blind—she saw right

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your life?” Corrine asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity

merely add fuel to the drama, they had successfully struck a chord within her. No woman can

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