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

knife dropped to the ground with a loud thud, unconscious in an instant, blood quickly spreading beneath him. The others paused,

situation. He knew she wasn’t ordinary, but she was

scream pierced

clutching his shattered leg, fear flashing in his eyes as he saw Corrine getting closer. He dragged himself

her voice sweet but

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could say more, Corrine swung the

Bleacher instinctively touched his own neck, muttering,

could finish his

feeling as

grabbed her bag, and pulled out her phone