The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 817:

How blissfully unaware Leah was.

Corrine hoped she could hold on to that sense of triumph—because the real challenge was yet to come.

Nate leaned in, his voice tinged with amusement. “So, what did the organizers promise you in exchange for playing bait?”

Corrine tilted her head, eyes sparkling with mischief as she flashed him a playful wink. “Why don’t you take a guess?”

Seated nearby, Zeke observed the moment with mild surprise. Without a word, he reached for his coffee mug, only to find it empty.

Just as he was about to ring for service, Nate’s voice rang out, sharp as a blade. “You’re the heir to the Cooper family, yet you’ve been reduced to mooching coffee?”

Zeke paused, lifting his gaze to meet Nate’s, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. His voice was cool, laced with irony. “Mr. Hopkins, for a boyfriend, you’re rather inattentive. You didn’t even notice Miss Holland’s empty coffee cup.”

His voice dropped to an icy chill. “My fiancée doesn’t need your concern, Mr. Cooper. Someone, show

from their post at the

moment before turning to Corrine. “I’ll be next door if you need

met his gaze

no interest in indulging ambiguity. It was best to extinguish Zeke’s hopes

a ripple in the

famed shipwreck Nuestra Senora de Atocha. The square-cut emerald weighed an impressive 5.27

𝓢𝓮𝓮 𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 @ 𝓰Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺

charm for women, but pieces salvaged from one of the world’s six legendary shipwrecks

“One million!”

“Two million!”

“Three million!”

in a battle of wealth and desire. Leah, eager to join