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 fire flashing

unmistakable hand seized Dewey’s

pain shooting through his hand. Before he

backward, his legs wobbling as he tried to regain his footing, his wrist aching as though a

his vision finally cleared and his gaze met the figure before him, it fell upon a strikingly handsome face. The man was tall and imposing, his presence alone enough to send shivers down people’s spines. Even in silence, he commanded an undeniable

grin. He stepped forward, hand outstretched, eager to flatter. “You must

on, his tone smooth and calculated. “I’m Dewey Holland from the Holland family of Pinetree City. It’s an honor to make your

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his other hand rested on her wrist. As his eyes fell on the lingering red marks, his brow

hand still 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. Nate wasn’t pleased, and Dewey’s mind raced