The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1140:

Nate gently clasped Corrine’s hand, guiding her through the intricately carved wooden door and stepping into the secluded house that seemed to breathe a cold, ancient air.

The space felt like a relic, abandoned in a forgotten corner of the world, its stillness echoing in the emptiness.

Corrine’s gaze swept the room, stopping at a painting hanging near the entrance—a quiet witness to the passing years.

A small smile tugged at her lips, though her eyes shimmered with a knowing depth as they met Nate’s.

The painting, she recalled, had fetched an astonishing 3.6 billion at an auction, sold to an anonymous buyer. At the time, she had believed it was going to a true connoisseur, yet here it was, simply adorning the wall as if its worth had been reduced to mere decoration.

Ah, the wonders of wealth—how it could turn even the rarest of treasures into a mere trinket.

bring me here?” Corrine’s voice

out, his hand threading into her hair, pulling her into a kiss as powerful and commanding as a storm

intensity, struggling to keep her footing under the wave of his passion. It was as though he wanted to claim every inch of her,

breath was stolen by the kiss, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders

kiss turned

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Corrine stood panting, leaning against his chest as if she had

down her back, while his other hand cupped her chin, lifting her face toward his. His thumb traced the outline of her swollen lips, his

“Your taste is more

plan all along—bring her here, under the guise of something else, simply

spring up in the back hills. Fancy a dip tonight?” Nate suggested,