The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 831:

One hand tucked into his pocket, he moved with controlled ease, but every step felt like a hammer striking down—a force both precise and undeniable.

Those who knew Nate understood one thing with absolute certainty. He was furious.

His voice came again, cutting through the silence like a whip. “Why are you not laughing anymore?”

Not a soul dared to answer. Silence reigned.

The very people who had moments ago spoken so freely now found themselves stiff with unease. As if by instinct, they turned their gazes toward Andromache, desperation flickering in their eyes.

Her expression remained composed, showing only the subtlest glint of cold calculation flickering in her gaze. Fools. Every single one of them. They had been so eager to mock and jeer, and now, in the face of Nate’s fury, they looked to her for salvation.

felt longer than it was, Andromache exhaled softly. With measured ease,

meant to defuse the tension,

afford to waver. If she showed even the slightest hesitation before Nate, how could she ever

piercing. His voice, though deceptively soft, carried the weight of something far more dangerous. “Since when do they have the right to make

expression turned to stone

that Nate would humiliate

ln

was his father’s

mean nothing to

was stunned by the shocking

understood the relationship between

hesitation in disgracing Andromache in front of everyone,