The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1013:

Something flashed in them—subtle, almost imperceptible admiration. Standing poised at the foot of the staircase, Corrine exuded a quiet allure. The halter-neck dress she wore hugged her form gracefully, its neckline accentuating the delicate curve of her collarbone.

Her beauty was not fragile or doll-like, but striking—bold, untamed, and fiercely independent.

The Independent Continent had no shortage of beautiful women, yet few carried the raw magnetism she did.

His stare didn’t rattle her. Instead, she met it head-on.

With languid grace, she descended the steps, her fingertips grazing the polished wood of the railing—smooth, fluid, like a Persian cat gliding across silk.

Hearing her approach, Nate turned his head slightly. The cold detachment in his expression melted into a rare, gentle smile. “Awake?”

just as he extended his

in his palm, allowing him

Burton,”

synonymous with power and prestige. But more than just an influential figure, he was a renowned neurosurgeon affiliated

so slightly. She smiled. “Corrine Holland.” Burton…

voice broke

last night? Hey, by the

flickered with intrigue at Moses’ mention

on

turned to Nate. “Are you sure you don’t want

glass of warm water and handed it to Corrine. “I never make choices I

understood the weight of that statement and chuckled. “Perhaps. But the real question is—will others