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

the lounge, she stepped into

an eerie mist, the swirling vapors

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

the edges of her mind,

with the power to alter

the thrill at g αℓ

secretly

trying to

have taken root. Yet, despite knowing his intent,

together, her sharp eyes dark with contemplation. Exhaling slowly, she pushed aside the unease creeping through

in Mandy’s expression the moment their eyes met—a brief hesitation, a slight stiffening of