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, her tone as frosty as the first winter

indignation. With a final,

lost her appetite, excusing herself

with her long, delicate fingers. Each tap seemed to echo louder in the charged silence. “The Quinn

were contemplating a riddle. “It could

her eyes. “If it really were a man, why 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

the last shrimp with deliberate care, wiped his fingers on a napkin. “So, what’s

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

had successfully struck a chord within her. No woman can stand

care, it would only