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?”

remained stone-faced. “Go

himself, Brannon stepped out of the office—and froze. Nate was already there, flanked

walked in step, her heels

long, deliberate ones. His every step was attuned to her pace. Behind them, Waldo moved with a

unsettle anyone who knew his reputation—a towering figure in the legal world, feared

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

over Brannon with a chill so palpable, it felt as if he weren’t there

tales are on

word. Brannon hesitated, calculating his next move. Then, he

across from them. No sooner had he sat down than Nate’s gaze

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