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.

fierce, it was as if she planned to

instant, blood quickly spreading

the car, Bleacher watched, uneasy about Corrine’s situation. He knew she wasn’t ordinary, but she was

a scream pierced the night, cutting through

tattoo writhed on the ground, clutching his shattered leg, fear flashing in his eyes as he saw Corrine getting closer. He

chilling smile, her voice sweet but cold. “Answer me,

scorpion tattoo gulped nervously. “It was

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Corrine swung the pipe at his neck, knocking him out

Bleacher instinctively touched

finish his thought,

feeling as though a knife was at his

the metal pipe along the ground, grabbed her bag, and