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.”

of man whose name alone sent chills through the underworld. He thrived on fear, power, and control. If word spread

happen. So, he would take something from Nate. One way or

men wasted no time

was ghostly pale, his fresh clothes stark against the state he had likely been in before. Someone had changed him before his arrival, but

hardened, her

over her expression as she pushed to her feet and strode toward

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 she was

𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 —

dehydration. The words barely scraped past his lips. “Why are

you think? I came to save

chest as he forced himself upright. “I do not

not expected to walk out of this alive. After falling into Jonathan’s trap, there had been no illusions

his ruthlessness was no secret. Anyone foolish enough to cause trouble