The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1269:

Corrine’s brow furrowed ever so slightly.

From the moment Corrine first laid eyes on Claude, she sensed something unfathomable lurking beneath his polished exterior.

He carried himself with effortless charm, every gesture deliberate and refined, yet there was an unmistakable coldness to him—an emptiness veiled beneath the surface.

Even now, as he sat among them, he gave the illusion of merely being part of the moment. But Corrine knew better. Nothing ever slipped beyond his control.

“I bet you’re feeling let down, right?” Jules’ voice broke through her thoughts, low and casual.

Corrine turned slightly, her gaze settling on him with a knowing glint. A soft, unreadable smile played on her lips. “I never had high hopes to begin with. Disappointment requires expectation.”

the sharp chime of his phone cut through

at the screen. Arion. His uncle rarely called without reason. His brows knitted briefly before he shifted his focus back to Corrine. “I need to take this

Jules made his way to the lounge, lowering himself into a leather chair. The flick of a

voice came through, clipped and grave. “Jules,

fingers stilled against the cigarette. A flicker of tension crossed his face, though his voice remained measured. “What

unsure how to

gⱯ𝗅𝗇0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺, 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

tightened. Silence rarely preceded good

after a long pause, finally spoke. “Just now, Barry

on the cigarette tightened, his knuckles faintly paling. His gaze darkened, a

not mince words. “By the time the patrolling officers found him, he was unconscious. He died en route to the hospital—missed the critical window for resuscitation. The forensic report states it

Cerebral hemorrhage. How convenient.