The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1293:

Nate stood in the doorway, clad in a tailored black suit. Darkness clung to him like a living shadow, his sharp gaze radiating a silent promise of violence. He looked like a demon risen from the depths of hell, his voice cutting through the charged air like a blade. “Try it and see what happens.”

His cold warning sent an invisible tremor through the room.

Corrine froze for the briefest second before stepping toward him naturally, as if drawn by an unspoken force.

Jonathan let out a soft chuckle, eyes glinting with amusement. “Back so soon?”

Corrine’s fingers curled slightly, her gaze flickering at his words.

Without hesitation, Nate slipped an arm around her waist, his grip firm yet protective. It was not just a gesture of possession—it was a declaration. A silent vow that no one would take her from his side.

the guards stationed by the door before strolling toward the table.

grazing the slightly bent blade. A quiet whistle escaped his lips. “You

locked on Corrine. He lifted a hand, his warm palm grazing Corrine’s cheek in a gentle yet possessive caress. His next words, though calm, carried a lethal promise. “Be grateful your

was more than a warning. It was a reminder of exactly who he

bait, but irritation flickered behind his composed facade. Instead of lashing out, he exhaled

“That applies

momentarily thrown off. She always had a way of snapping

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chest. With a sharp motion, he drove the knife back into the table. “If you

sight of Corrine with Nate aggravated him more than he cared to admit. What did she even see in

Ranger.” His words were quiet, yet each syllable cut

though his expression turned icy. “You have quite the nerve, making demands