The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 825:

His voice, low and rich, carried a trace of playful arrogance, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down her spine.

She had the sudden urge to rub her ear, but before she could, Nate caught her hand, intertwining their fingers. Corrine glanced down at their linked hands, her smile deepening.

Then, Zeke’s voice rang out once more. “Sixty million.”

Bruce felt as though a thunderbolt had struck him. His breath hitched, his grip tightening involuntarily.

Sixty million. This number far exceeded his calculations.

But…

will you ever get Andromache’s help?” Leah’s voice trembled with urgency. She had assumed that with Corrine out of the running, their path would be clear. She had not anticipated Zeke and Nate turning this into their

figure more dizzying than the last.

pressing firmly against his skin. Her voice dropped, insistent. “Bruce, in two months, the Lyhaton Summit will

fingers tightening around the bidding paddle as tension coiled in his

move. Then, his

faded, Zeke’s voice shot through the room

through the crowd. Heads swiveled, stunned murmurs filled the air—one hundred million was already an

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stomach dropped. His fingers stiffened against the paddle as

quiet despair flickered in Leah’s eyes. She knew Bruce would not

meant they had lost

chest tightened, breath hitching—until Bruce’s voice shattered her thoughts. “Two hundred and fifty