The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1287:

When he arrived, Bleacher’s sharp gaze locked onto Corrine at the gambling table. Several men in dark suits lay sprawled on the floor, clutching their stomachs, faces twisted in pain, their moans swallowed by the heavy atmosphere.

The scene was ruthless.

Bleacher scoffed, disbelief lacing his tone. “Of all people, they picked a fight with her?” His eyes flicked to the men standing idly nearby, irritation sparking beneath his calm exterior. “Well? What are you waiting for? Get them out of here!”

As his orders were swiftly carried out, he smoothed his expression and turned toward Corrine, his demeanor shifting. “Miss Holland,” he murmured, voice softer, almost reverent. “Forgive me for not welcoming you properly upon your arrival.”

Behind him, his men exchanged stunned glances.

Bleacher was known as Jonathan’s most trusted aide, a man who showed unwavering respect to no one but his boss. Yet here he was, extending that same deference to a woman. It was unheard of.

her gaze, her icy stare unwavering. “Where is

Miss Holland, please follow me

word, Corrine hopped off the table, tilting her chin slightly —

that made her both mesmerizing

the comparison. She carried the same unyielding

he turned on his heel

he chose his

a photograph of

the image, and for a fleeting moment, an unfamiliar softness flickered in his eyes.

the reception room,”

to him. “Make sure she is well taken care

Bleacher nodded. “Understood.”

word for word to his subordinates