The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1082:

She was sure that at this price, buying the stone wouldn’t be a mistake. But no sooner had she spoken than someone else raised the bid. “Number 1050, two hundred thousand.”

A flicker of surprise passed across Corrine’s face. She glanced over, spotting a man standing near the wooden railing of another private room. He looked to be in his thirties, dressed in a plain white shirt and black suit. He seemed more like a bodyguard or a servant than a rich heir.

“The person in that VIP room is from the Quinn family,” Mandy whispered in her ear.

Corrine raised an eyebrow. “The Quinn family?”

Mandy paused, sensing her confusion. She wasn’t sure how to explain. Everyone on the Independent Continent knew that the Quinn family’s heiress was very close to Nate. They were practically childhood friends. What was more, thanks to their…

Quinn families already considering themselves as in-laws. Most people had assumed that the heiress of the Quinn family would eventually marry into the Hopkins family. But who would have guessed that Nate would bring

words. After thinking for a moment, she spoke seriously. “The Quinn and Hopkins families have had a strong

up on what Mandy was implying. Given the deep ties between the families, it was clear that Nate’s relationship with the Quinn heiress was more than just casual. She didn’t dwell on the matter for long and went back to her bidding. Corrine raised the price several times, and each time, the man immediately matched it, pushing

he was clearly trying to target her. Just as she was about to raise the bid again, a familiar voice suddenly rang out

for the most powerful families on the Independent Continent. Even if someone had the money, they wouldn’t have the standing to

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is, we can’t afford to mess with them. When the big players get involved, we might as well sit back and

from the Hopkins family, no one else has the right

room shifted immediately. The crowd’s expressions subtly changed, and their body language hinted at both fear and respect. Someone in the crowd whispered, “Don’t underestimate those in Room No. 2. They’re not backing