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

briefly before he shifted his focus back to Corrine. “I need to take this

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

line connected, Arion’s voice came through, clipped and grave. “Jules, there has been an

tension

hesitated, unsure how

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tightened. Silence rarely preceded good news. “Uncle?” he

heavily, then, after a long pause, finally spoke.

faintly paling. His gaze darkened, a cold glint flashing

the time the patrolling officers found him, he was unconscious. He died en route

Cerebral hemorrhage. How convenient.