The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 948:

“Important?” Brannon’s laugh was a cold, sharp slice through the room. “Nonsense! Get out! Can’t you see I have a VIP here?”

Robert glanced at Andromache, then wordlessly turned and left.

Andromache set her cup down, the porcelain clinking softly. “You’d better check it out,” she said, her voice calm but carrying an undeniable weight. “My nephew is not known for his patience.”

A chill settled over Brannon’s features. He had heard of Nate, Andromache’s nephew—a man whose name alone commanded respect.

Despite his youth, he had taken the reins of the Hopkins family and earned even the Elder Council’s wary regard. His reputation for both brilliance and ruthlessness was well-deserved.

Regrettably, Brannon had pledged allegiance to Andromache long ago. He forced a smile, studying her face for any sign of what might await him outside. “Should I go take a look?”

stone-faced. “Go

of the office—and froze. Nate

step, her heels clicking softly against the polished

deliberate ones. His every step was attuned to her pace. Behind them,

knew his reputation—a towering figure in the

stomach, but he quickly smoothed his expression. The evidence against Corrine was solid, he reminded himself. No matter who Nate brought along, she would not escape the charges. He smoothed a hand

smoldering gaze grazed over Brannon with a chill

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room without a word. Brannon hesitated, calculating his next move. Then, he squared his

a chair across from them. No sooner had he sat down than Nate’s gaze settled on him again. It was like staring into a bottomless well. The depth of those eyes sent a shiver

start to call the shots at the police station?” Nate’s voice was smooth, but the calmness only