The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1321:

Dewey was momentarily stunned by her freezing, intimidating gaze. His previously aggressive demeanor faltered.

When Dewey realized he’d been rattled by a young woman, his temper flared again. He tightened his grip on her wrist and sneered. “Right, your maternal grandfather’s side of the family is nothing but a bunch of country folk, not worth mentioning. But I’m your father, and since I’m asking for help, you’ll do exactly what I say!”

“If you’re asking for help, shouldn’t you show a little humility?” Corrine raised an eyebrow in mockery. “Like, maybe kneel?” she taunted.

Dewey’s anger erupted. “That’s absurd!”

Without a second thought, ignoring the busy street around them, Dewey raised his other hand and swung it toward Corrine’s cheek. His palm sliced through the air like a blade, the force like a sharp gust.

a cold

seized

shooting through his hand. Before he could even discern who had struck him, he found himself

wobbling as he tried to regain his footing, his wrist aching as though a thousand needles had

handsome face. The man was tall and imposing, his presence alone enough to send shivers down

hand outstretched, eager to flatter. “You must be Mr. Hopkins, right? I’ve heard

pressed on, his tone smooth and calculated. “I’m Dewey Holland from the Holland family of

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲:

around Corrine’s slender waist while his other hand rested on her wrist. As his eyes fell on

suspended in the air, awkwardly retracted it. His eyes scanned Nate, searching for any hint of disapproval. Having honed his instincts over the years, Dewey quickly sensed the subtle tension in the air.