The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 947:

“Y-yes. Right away.” Robert nodded so vigorously it looked painful. He then spun on his heel and practically bolted from the room.

After Robert left, Matias stepped forward, his posture upright and respectful. “Sir, I have already intercepted the Burgess father and daughter.”

Nate barely glanced his way. “Bring some warm water.”

“Understood.”

It did not take long for Matias to return with a cup, the thin curl of steam rising from the rim. Nate held it for a moment, testing the warmth against his palm before placing it carefully into Corrine’s hands. “Warm yourself.”

Meanwhile, across the building, in another wing entirely, Brannon was halfway through his usual flattery when Andromache’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, the name flashing across it causing her eyes to narrow. Leah.

did you say? Nate

on the phone tightened slightly, a flicker of

passing distraction to entertain himself. Whether he was spoiling her out of boredom or curiosity, it made little difference. Men like Nate grew tired quickly, discarding playthings the moment

a different story. It told Andromache one thing—Corrine meant far more to Nate

rejecting chains of any kind, the man who showed no mercy to enemies and relatives

too well, was more

piece by piece, until there was nothing left of him but

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through the receiver. “Do you think Nate’s

in her chair, eyes half-lidded, the edge of a mocking smile curling at her painted lips. Her fingers traced lazily over the smooth polish of her nails. “Do not forget, we

deepened, her curiosity piqued. Just how far would Nate be willing to

stepped into Brannon’s office, Andromache had just ended her phone