The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 929:

Through his earpiece, Bleacher’s voice came through. “Mr. Martel, aren’t we going to step in?”

Bleacher frowned, confused. Wasn’t Jonathan interested in Nate’s woman? This was the perfect moment for him to play the hero and win her over. But he was just sitting there, watching the show?

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “Do you think she’ll lose?”

Bleacher hesitated before answering, “Probably not.”

On the other side of the street, Corrine’s high heel slammed into the knee of a tall, thin man.

Before he had a chance to react, the metal pipe he was holding was already in her hands.

Without missing a beat, she swung the pipe straight at a man with a knife.

so fierce, it was as if she planned to knock his head off like a

quickly spreading beneath him. The others paused, surprised, before exchanging looks. They gripped their

she wasn’t ordinary, but she was still a pampered, fragile woman—certainly no match for these

pierced the night, cutting

tattoo writhed on the ground, clutching his shattered leg, fear flashing in his eyes as he saw

smile, her voice sweet but cold. “Answer

tattoo gulped nervously. “It

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swung the pipe at his neck,

Bleacher instinctively touched his own neck, muttering, “This

could finish his thought, Corrine’s eyes flicked

feeling as though a knife was at his

ground, grabbed her