The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 983:

But he never imagined Zeke would actually take that offhand remark to heart.

Zeke leaned back slightly, a single brow arching. “What’s the matter? Are you planning to go back on your word now?”

Jules pressed his lips together, his mind already spinning with a dozen thoughts. Then, with a mischievous idea in mind, he clapped a hand on Zeke’s shoulder, squeezing it just enough to make a point. “You must have heard the rumors about Corrine and Nate,” he said with an exaggerated sigh. “But between you and Nate? You’re the better option. We’ve been through hell together, stood shoulder to shoulder in life-and-death situations. If I could leave my cousin in anyone’s hands, it would be yours. No hesitation.”

Zeke twirled a lighter between his fingers, the small metallic object flickering in the dim light. The corner of his mouth curved into a smile that gave nothing away. “You say all that, yet you’re already scheming something behind my back, aren’t you?”

Jules spread his arms, all innocence on the surface, though his eyes danced with mischief. “After everything we’ve been through, is that really how you see me?”

Zeke chuckled softly—low, almost under his breath. Without another word, he slipped one hand into his pocket, turned, and strode toward the waiting elevator.

with a careless grin before heading for the

stepped outside, his gaze landed on a figure dressed in an impeccably tailored suit. His brow quirked in

he could dwell on it further, the deep purr of an approaching vehicle drew everyone’s attention. A sleek black Rolls Royce glided to a stop

lean legs—elegantly stepping onto the pavement

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followed was the kind who turned heads effortlessly. Gasps rippled through the gathered crowd, admiration and envy mixing

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at me. I swear

that man even if I have to chase him to the

the center of it all, oblivious to

his signature black suit; the fabric, tailored to perfection, skimmed his tall, broad