The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1288:

“Hey, girl,” one of them sneered, his voice dripping with amusement. “Do you even know whose turf this is? Cheating at a place like this—are you looking for trouble?”

“Quit stalling,” another grunted. “I know exactly how to deal with women like her.”

They were determined to get something out of her tonight.

Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, Jonathan leaned back in his chair, his long legs propped lazily on the edge of his desk. The casual posture did little to diminish the authority he exuded—an unshakable arrogance woven into his very presence.

“Nate,” he drawled, his tone edged with danger. “Are you tired of living? You waltz into my territory like you own the place. Reckless. Fearless. Insane.”

The audacity of this man. No backup, no caution. Did Nate truly believe he would let him walk out unscathed?

from him, Nate lifted his gaze, cool and unwavering. “I am

flickering beneath his

“Business, you say?”

in

been bitter adversaries, their enmity

it was

dealt with Nate enough to know—the man was impossible

swept over him with practiced ease before he spoke, his tone measured. “I want you to take over Claude’s

Jonathan’s pupils narrowed.

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did not react immediately. Instead, he lifted a hand to his chin, absently toying with the ring on his index finger as he weighed the

remained eerily quiet, save for Nate’s deep, unhurried voice. “There cannot be two leaders in one territory. You understand this better than anyone. Claude has been expanding his forces in Lyhaton. Eventually, you two will clash—it is only a matter

sooner or later, a confrontation between Jonathan and Claude