The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1338:

Amidst the murmurs, Bryant released a quiet sigh, tinged with regret. “With a single word, she could sever Ford Group’s financial lifeline,” he mused, his voice heavy with what seemed to be reluctant pity.

Corrine turned to him, her gaze unreadable. A flicker of sarcasm danced in her eyes. If he was going to take pleasure in her predicament, he might as well do it openly instead of feigning sympathy. At least then, he would appear less insincere.

She inhaled deeply, steadying herself. “I appreciate your concern, Mr. Hopkins, but I have something to attend to. Miss Atkinson needs assistance with her dress. If you will excuse me.”

Without another word, she stepped past him, her posture unwavering, her gaze never once meeting his.

Bryant turned, his eyes following her retreating figure. The easy smile he had worn moments ago faded, replaced by something darker—mockery curling at the edges of his lips.

Without Nate by her side, how long could she maintain this defiance?

walked away. His gaze was sharp, unrelenting, like a predator concealed in

the lounge, she stepped into the

was bathed in an eerie mist,

skin, cool and clammy, adding an unsettling weight to the

words gnawed at the edges of her mind,

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her, to plant doubts where none should have taken root. Yet, despite

drew together, her sharp eyes dark with contemplation. Exhaling slowly, she pushed aside the unease creeping through her thoughts and shifted her gaze from the mist-laced groves to

the moment their eyes met—a brief hesitation, a slight stiffening of