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.

unreadable, but the sharp glint in her eyes spoke volumes. She turned her

and shrugged indifferently. “Don’t look at me like that. He wanted me dead. I

forget. He struck where it

Ranger, that meant his hands—the very tools that defined him—were now a permanent lesson carved into

fury rising within her. She turned toward the doorway. “Matias,” she called, her voice firm. “Take

stepped inside, moving swiftly and efficiently as he

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, chilling and cold, sliced through the air. “If you’re so unwilling to leave, why not leave your life here

𝕆𝖗𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖆𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖔𝗇 gⲁⅼ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․𝚌𝗼𝗆

had risked herself for him. He had dragged her into this, and he refused to let her suffer the consequences

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

Corrine replied