The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1322:

Dewey’s face tightened, his head lowering as his eyes flicked nervously over Nate’s features, trying to discern his thoughts.

Nate remained an enigma, his expression unreadable, a mask of calm that betrayed no hint of emotion.

Yet Dewey clung to a sliver of confidence. After all, he was a father—a father with the right to discipline his child. No matter how powerful Nate was, he couldn’t interfere in a matter so personal, could he?

This thought gave Dewey a bit of courage.

Just as Dewey straightened his spine, ready to stand firm, Nate’s cold voice sliced through the air. “Your father?”

Corrine’s face was unreadable, but her eyes gleamed with a frosty light as she replied, “No.”

all. His eyes shot to Corrine, his voice rising in a crescendo of fury. “Corrine, what nonsense are you speaking? How dare you deny me

words, Nate’s gaze flickered

onto Dewey’s like a blade poised at his throat,

intensity of Nate’s stare was suffocating, the quiet force behind it so powerful that Dewey’s words seemed to evaporate before they could

his voice as cold as a winter gale. The words sent a

to Dewey. “All these years without contact. It would

a hidden threat, like a

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gaze flickered nervously toward

couldn’t suppress a shiver. Every instinct screamed that if

a forced smile, Dewey opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a single word, Nate had

he’d have the chance