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.”

chills through the underworld. He thrived 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

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

men wasted no time carrying Lone Ranger

was ghostly pale, 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

features hardened,

over her expression as she pushed to her feet and

a fleeting moment, it seemed as though he was looking straight through her.

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The words barely scraped past

do you think? I

“I do not need your help!” His voice, though hoarse,

to walk out of this alive. After falling

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