The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1295:

“Why not talk to me instead?” Nate’s voice was calm, detached, but there was a weight behind it as he turned his gaze to Jonathan.

“Fine.” Jonathan met his stare, his sharp features betraying nothing. “Let me be clear, Lone Ranger will not walk away unscathed. He tried to kill me. I am already being generous by not taking his life tonight.”

If Corrine had arrived even a moment later, there would have been no debate.

Lone Ranger would be dead.

“So?” Nate’s tone was unreadable.

Jonathan leaned against the edge of the table, tapping a finger against the polished wood. “Miss Holland and I had an interesting bet once. How about another round tonight?” His gaze darkened. “If I win, I take the northern docks.”

on fear, power, and control. If word spread that Nate could walk in and out of his territory without consequence, his reputation would take a

intention of letting that happen. So, he would take something from Nate. One

time carrying Lone Ranger

his arrival, but it did little to mask the unmistakable scent clinging to

hardened, her frown

her expression as she pushed to

but for a fleeting moment, it seemed as though he was looking straight through her. His vision wavered, unfocused, as if unsure whether she was

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sharp breath rattled in his chest as he forced himself upright. “I do not need your help!” His voice, though hoarse, carried an unyielding edge. “You should leave

of this alive. After falling into

was no secret. Anyone foolish enough to cause trouble in his domain rarely left in one piece—if they left