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

froze. Nate was already there, flanked by a small

in step, her heels clicking softly

by Nate’s long, deliberate ones. His every step was attuned to her pace. Behind

reputation—a towering figure in the legal world, feared by even the

along, she would not escape the charges. He smoothed a hand over his hair as he plastered on a welcoming smile, scurrying forward to meet them. “Mr. Hopkins! What an honor. I didn’t expect

smoldering gaze grazed over Brannon with a chill so palpable, it felt

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a word. Brannon hesitated, calculating his next move.

time before pulling out a chair across from them. No sooner had he sat down than Nate’s gaze settled

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