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.

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

like that. He wanted me dead. I could have done worse, but for

kind of man to forgive or forget. He struck where it hurt most, where the lesson would linger long after the wounds

Lone Ranger, that meant his hands—the very tools that defined

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

moving swiftly and efficiently

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

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

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

Corrine