The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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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…

set, how 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

escalated beyond reason, each new figure more dizzying than

hand, her fingers pressing firmly against his skin. Her voice dropped, insistent. “Bruce, in two months, the Lyhaton Summit will be held. Do you not want to use Andromache’s connections to push the Ashton

knitted together, his fingers tightening around the bidding paddle as tension coiled in his

next move. Then, his voice cut through the

Zeke’s voice shot through the room like a

crowd. Heads swiveled, stunned murmurs filled the air—one hundred million was already an astronomical figure. But before anyone could process it, a deep, measured voice

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stiffened against the paddle as his gaze snapped to the

flickered in Leah’s eyes. She knew Bruce

had lost

shattered her thoughts. “Two