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.”

name alone sent chills through the underworld. He thrived on

So, he

no time carrying Lone Ranger

his fresh clothes stark against the state he had likely been in before. Someone had changed him before his arrival, but it did little to mask the unmistakable scent clinging to him. The thick, coppery tang of blood grew stronger as he

features hardened, her frown

pushed to her feet and strode toward

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

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burned, raw from pain and dehydration. The words barely scraped past his lips. “Why are you

think? I came to save

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

out of this alive. After falling into Jonathan’s trap, there had

secret. Anyone foolish enough to cause trouble in