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?

lingering on her as she walked away. His gaze was sharp, unrelenting, like a predator

the lounge, she

was bathed in an eerie mist,

moisture clung to her skin, cool and clammy, adding an unsettling weight to the

gnawed at the edges of her mind, their implications

with the power to alter the summit’s

thrill at g

Nate secretly

he trying

where none should have taken root. Yet, despite knowing his intent, she could not shake the feeling that there was truth buried

dark with contemplation. Exhaling slowly, she pushed aside the unease creeping through

Mandy’s expression the moment their eyes met—a brief hesitation, a slight stiffening of her posture. Panic? Anxiety? Whatever it