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.

his bones. His expression darkened, his sharp features iced over with a dangerous

then, his phone vibrated in his

eyes gleam with a lethal edge. “Turn back!” His command was instant, his voice like the

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

uncomfortable chill through the air. Bleacher did not react with embarrassment. Instead, he turned to Jonathan, his

An ominous aura bled from the furrow of his brow, making

for those inside. He turned the doorknob but found the door locked from within. Closing his eyes, he braced for what awaited

on her would soon regret it. Given how much their boss valued her, those men were as

cutting. “Are you planning to stand there all night? Must I teach you how to break down

was enough. Bleacher stepped back, braced himself, and delivered a powerful kick to the door. Once. Twice.

flooded the room,