The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1298:

More tellingly, Jonathan—ruthless and unforgiving—had done nothing about it. That alone spoke volumes. Corrine’s identity was quite significant.

Seated beside Corrine, Nate did not miss the shift in the dealer’s expression. He caught the speculative glint in the man’s eyes, the way he studied Corrine with veiled calculation.

The prolonged stares were becoming an irritation. Nate leaned back slightly, his voice calm yet carrying an unmistakable chill.

“Mr. Martel, it seems your men are in need of a lesson in obedience.”

Jonathan swept the cards from the table with barely a glance at the dealer. His voice, detached and cold, cut through the air. “Did you hear that? Consider this a warning. Never covet what doesn’t belong to you—not even a passing glance.”

The dealer lowered his gaze, anxiety creeping across his face, but continued to deal the cards with robotic precision.

As Corrine reached forward to take her cards, Nate was quicker, snatching them away in an instant.

at the corners of Corrine’s lips as she lowered her gaze,

Jealousy again.

The game? Still blackjack.

Mandy approached with fresh stacks of chips, placing them onto the

tossing out a stack of chips—a wager of

an eyebrow, his voice betraying a hint of curiosity. “Miss Holland, you

with her calm composure, that

quick, her tone laced with playful challenge. “It’s just ten million. Surely,

she speak so lightly of his wealth? “Ten million?” he muttered dismissively. “It’s nothing

matched her bet, casually tossing out his own ten million before adding an

Corrine remarked, her voice steady, though her words sent

done to Lone Ranger, he realized. Yet, instead of addressing it, he simply smirked, letting the moment pass