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

without reason. His brows knitted briefly before he shifted his focus back to Corrine. “I need to take this call,” he murmured,

to the lounge, lowering himself into a leather chair. The flick of a lighter broke the silence as he lit a cigarette and

connected, Arion’s voice came through, clipped and grave.

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

hesitated, unsure how to

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Silence rarely preceded good

exhaled heavily, then, after a long pause, finally spoke. “Just now,

grip on the cigarette tightened, his knuckles faintly paling. His

patrolling officers found him, he was unconscious. He died en route to the hospital—missed the critical window for resuscitation. The forensic report states

Cerebral hemorrhage. How convenient.