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.

narrowed, a cold fire flashing

unmistakable hand seized Dewey’s wrist and twisted it with

instinctively released his grip on Corrine’s wrist, a sharp sting of pain shooting through his hand. Before he could even discern who had struck him, he found himself flung

his footing, his

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 authority that loomed over everyone nearby like a dark, heavy

stepped forward, hand outstretched, eager to flatter. “You must be Mr. Hopkins, right?

his tone smooth and calculated. “I’m Dewey Holland from the Holland family of Pinetree City. It’s

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗮

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

honed his instincts over the