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.

she planned to knock

thud, unconscious in an instant, blood quickly spreading beneath him. The others paused, surprised, before exchanging looks.

situation. He knew she wasn’t ordinary, but she was still a pampered, fragile woman—certainly no match

he worried, a scream pierced the

ground, clutching his shattered leg, fear flashing in his eyes as he saw Corrine getting closer. He dragged himself backward, as if he were trying to escape

a chilling smile, her voice sweet but cold. “Answer me, or I’ll take your

with the scorpion tattoo gulped nervously. “It

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he could say more, Corrine swung the pipe at

the car, Bleacher instinctively touched his own neck, muttering,

finish his thought, Corrine’s eyes

holding his breath, feeling as though a

ground, grabbed her bag,