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.”

through the underworld. He thrived on fear, power, and control. If word spread that Nate

happen. So, he would take something from

wasted no time

likely been in before. Someone had changed him before his arrival, but it did little to mask the unmistakable scent clinging to him. The

features hardened, her

expression as she pushed to her feet and strode toward him. “Are you

her voice, Lone Ranger lifted his head with effort. His gaze landed on Corrine, but for a fleeting moment, it seemed as though he was looking straight through her. His vision wavered, unfocused, as if unsure whether

𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 —

burned, raw from pain and dehydration. The words barely scraped past

do you think? I came to save

upright. “I do not need your help!”

alive. After falling into

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