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.

for my humble abode,” Evelyn replied, her tone as frosty as the first winter

gaze lingered on Evelyn for a moment, her nostrils flaring with indignation. With a final, disdainful sniff, she turned and stormed out, not sparing another

appetite, excusing herself to retire

dining room, Corrine rested her chin on one hand, the other tapping rhythmically on the table with her long, delicate fingers. Each tap seemed to echo louder in the charged

were contemplating a riddle. “It

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

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

she truly didn’t care, it would only mean she wasn’t invested