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.

smug smile that crept onto her lips was impossible to

smile. Yet, Nate didn’t so much

his, her breath hitched. His gaze, dark and unreadable, held an intensity that made her feel as if her

she willed a stiff smile onto her lips. “What

brow arched ever so slightly—a silent challenge hanging in the air between them. His

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as he rose to his feet at an unhurried pace. “Mr. Hopkins, you certainly have a talent for ruining a pleasant

cut with a knife. Nate’s gaze sharpened, his tone edged with ice. “If you’re lacking in tasks, Mr. Cooper, I’d be happy to

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