The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1022:

Inside the car, Nate’s arm remained securely around Corrine’s waist, while his other hand rested casually on the door frame. He looked down at her, and their eyes met in an unexpected moment of stillness.

Nate raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. “Are you scared now?”

“Absolutely,” Corrine replied, her voice laced with playful sarcasm as she snuggled closer. “I’m positively terrified.”

Nate indulged her with a soft, reassuring tone. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”

Just then, Saul and Presley returned, tapping on the window.

Nate slowly lowered it. Saul reported, his expression calm, “Mr. Hopkins, there’s no one in the vehicles.”

revealing nothing. He glanced at the overturned vehicle with barely a

but when he saw Corrine still sitting

resumed their journey toward the Grand

distracted now—his mind elsewhere—narrowly avoiding a collision with another vehicle. Thankfully,

he instinctively glanced at Nate and Corrine in the back seat. Lowering his voice, he chided Presley, “What’s going on in your

his lip before finally speaking up, unable to hold back any longer. “Mr. Hopkins, besides your grandfather, who else knows about your return to the Independent

especially given the shadows that threatened him at every turn. But the

cut through Presley with a cold, piercing intensity, his silence more damning

Ꮮⲁ𝗍𝓮𝐬𝓉 с𝐡𝒂𝗉𝓉𝖾𝗋𝓼 ց𝙖𝕝𝗇𝗈ⲃ𝗲𝗅𝘀[﹒]ⅽ𝗼𝗺

waiting for us. They seemed to know exactly when we’d leave the Hopkins family estate, and… no one

yet there was no trace of anyone behind