The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1270:

Jules understood instantly. Barry died—right after meeting Jayden. Suspicion was inevitable.

Ending the call, Jules remained still, eyes fixed on nothing in particular. The cigarette burned low between his fingers, its embers glowing faintly. If this spiraled out of control, Jayden would bear the brunt of the fallout. The priority now was uncovering the real cause of Barry’s death and identifying whoever was pulling the strings.

A sharp sting bit into his fingertips. The cigarette had burned down, grazing his skin. A flicker of irritation passed through him as he crushed the smoldering stub into the ashtray. Rising, he made his way back toward the private dining room.

Meanwhile, Corrine had just received the news of Barry’s death. Her pause lasted no more than a heartbeat, but in that fleeting moment, something flickered behind her gaze.

A soft, unhurried voice pulled her from her thoughts. “It seems tonight’s meal did not suit your taste.”

Corrine looked up. Her lips curved slightly, though the smile did not quite reach her eyes. “How thoughtful of you, Mr. Lowell, to be so concerned about someone as insignificant as me in such a setting.”

beside her and sat down with effortless

to reveal forearms that bore the kind of refined strength that came from discipline rather than brute force. Every movement, every shift of his posture, exuded the quiet confidence of a man

anything, she met his stare with unshaken calm, her poise effortless yet striking. The quiet confidence she carried, the way

Holland, you are stunningly beautiful. It is only natural for you to draw attention. Since we are dining

of her lips lifting in a smile that

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 𝙜Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⸬𝙘𝙤𝙢

murmured, his

slicing through the feigned cordiality. “You

am afraid I do not know what you mean, Miss

a beat. He was playing dumb. Corrine saw right

death was no coincidence. And Claude played a