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.

air like a blade. Bleacher didn’t need to be told twice.

no part of this any longer. He wanted to be far

a chair across from Corrine and settled in, his eyes studying her intently.

leaned back against the sofa, one leg crossed over the other. Her gaze roamed over Jonathan’s striking features, a smirk ghosting at

more enigmatic, masking whatever emotions lay beneath.

gaze locked onto Corrine, his tone laced with ambiguity. “You trashed my place, injured my men, and still have the audacity to stand before me.

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were truly afraid, she would not sit there so calmly,

crossed his mind, but he pushed

inhale, he shifted his posture and asked, “What do

make a deal,” Corrine stated, her