The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1296:

“Not bad,” he lied instinctively.

Corrine tilted her chin, her cool, poised demeanor unwavering. “Show me your hand.”

A flicker of hesitation crossed his face before he slowly obeyed.

His fingers trembled as he lifted them, revealing raw, mangled flesh where his nails had been. The sight sent a sharp pang through the air, an unspoken pain hanging heavy in the moment.

Lone Ranger’s strength had always been in his intelligence, in the swift, precise movements of his fingers across a keyboard. Those hands—the same that had cracked the most impenetrable security systems and held the fate of men within their reach—were now ruined.

hitched. Her expression remained unreadable, but the sharp glint in her eyes spoke volumes. She turned her gaze toward Jonathan, who lounged in his chair

look at me like that. He wanted me dead. I could have done worse, but for your sake, I

of man to forgive or forget. He struck where it

hands—the very tools that defined him—were now a

turned toward the doorway. “Matias,” she called, her voice

stepped inside, moving swiftly and efficiently as he reached for

their way out, Lone Ranger glanced back, his eyes shadowed with something heavy—an unspoken sorrow deeper than words. Jonathan watched him hesitate, amusement curling at the edges of his lips. His voice,

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for him. He had dragged

gone, Jonathan leaned back, propping his feet on a footstool. A faint smirk played on his lips, though his eyes remained ice-cold. “Remember what you said earlier. If any members of the Red Flame stir trouble

course,” Corrine replied