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.

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

Jealousy again.

The game? Still blackjack.

fresh stacks of chips,

a cursory glance before tossing out a stack

voice betraying a hint of curiosity. “Miss

her calm composure, that made her

playful challenge. “It’s just ten million. Surely, you can afford to lose that much, can’t

in him. How dare she speak so lightly of his wealth? “Ten million?” he muttered dismissively. “It’s

matched her bet, casually tossing out his own ten million

her voice steady, though her

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