The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1290:

Nate’s eyes opened slowly, his expression sharpening as he reached for the phone Matias handed over. Several missed calls glowed on the screen, deepening the crease between his brows. “Did she say where she was going?”

“No,” Matias replied, his voice steady. “She only asked me to pass on the message.”

Nate pressed his lips into a firm line as he dialed Corrine’s number.

A cold, mechanical voice greeted him instead. “Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently out of service.”

His grip on the phone tightened. Corrine’s device had the latest technology, ensuring signal reception even in the most remote areas—unless something was deliberately blocking it. A signal jammer.

The realization struck him hard, a ghost from the past resurfacing. His mind flashed back to the tunnel incident on the Independent Continent.

bones. His expression darkened, his sharp features iced

his phone vibrated in his hand.

edge. “Turn back!” His

the reception room, his steps purposeful. Bleacher moved ahead to open the door—only to freeze at the muffled

with embarrassment. Instead,

bled from the furrow of his brow, making

for those inside. He turned the doorknob but found the door locked from within.

foolish enough to lay a finger on her would soon

and cutting. “Are you planning to stand

a powerful kick to the door. Once. Twice. Three times. The lock gave way with a sharp crack, and the door swung

light flooded the room, revealing