The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 812:

Now, he had seen enough. Without another thought, he left the organizers behind and strode purposefully toward Corrine’s private box. The confused organizers, unable to make sense of his sudden departure, hurriedly followed in his wake.

The auction hall was arranged in a semi-circular fashion, the main floor lined with round tables, each surrounded by six chairs.

Above, the second level housed VIP boxes, providing an exclusive vantage point from which one could oversee the event in comfort. The setup was nothing short of opulent—curtains of sheer fabric draped in front of the boxes, inviting the curiosity of those seated below.

Many had been tempted to sneak a glimpse of the mysterious occupants of the second floor, but the presence of vigilant guards at the staircases had kept their ambitions in check.

Leah, thanks to her close ties with Andromache, had been granted a VIP box as a special favor. Though it wasn’t the most prestigious seat, it was more than enough to satisfy her vanity.

the envious gazes of Danna and the others following her departure. The smug smile that crept

“Mr. Hopkins,” she greeted with a honeyed smile. Yet, Nate didn’t so much as spare her a glance. His stride remained unbroken, his gaze fixed ahead as he passed her without hesitation, heading

head instinctively turned toward the sound of the door opening. The moment her eyes met his, her breath hitched. His gaze, dark and unreadable, held an intensity that made her feel as if her heart had been

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