The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1291:

Upon seeing Jonathan, the men on the floor struggled, desperate to rise. “Boss,” one of them croaked.

Jonathan’s gaze swept over them with detached disdain before landing on Corrine. His expression softened just slightly. “If he did something wrong, someone will handle it. Why dirty your hands?”

Corrine lifted her eyes to meet his, amusement dancing in their depths. “I’m afraid your men are far too lenient to teach proper lessons.”

Jonathan parted his lips to reply, but Corrine narrowed her eyes. With a sudden flick of her wrist, she plunged the knife into the table—just an inch from the man’s face.

The impact echoed in the silent room. The others let out a collective breath, relief palpable in their exhale.

Jonathan couldn’t help but let the corners of his lips twitch. He watched her with quiet indulgence. Her ruthlessness was oddly… charming.

the air like a blade. Bleacher didn’t need to be told twice. He signaled the men outside, relief washing over him as

wanted to be far from this woman’s line of

the room cleared, Jonathan pulled out a chair across from Corrine and settled in, his eyes studying her intently.

one leg crossed over the other. Her gaze roamed over Jonathan’s striking features, a smirk ghosting at the edge of her

whatever emotions lay beneath. That same unreadable expression remained even now, when most would have felt humiliated after having their territory

tone laced with ambiguity. “You trashed my place, injured my men, and still have the audacity to stand before me. Are you not

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glance before inspecting her nails with nonchalance. “The way you say it, I should

she were truly afraid, she would not sit there so

his mind, but

he shifted his posture and

to make a deal,” Corrine stated, her