The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1340:

Kinsley’s lips curled into an amused smirk. “Says the heiress of Lyhaton’s wealthiest family.”

Lifting a silver fork inlaid with delicate crystals, she plucked a slice of fruit from the platter beside her.

Her gaze shifted back to Corrine, studying her in the dim glow of the lounge. Then, with a slow, knowing smile, she murmured, “Sweetheart, you have grown even more beautiful… and utterly captivating.”

Corrine offered a lighthearted compliment. “You are truly an ageless beauty.”

Kinsley let out an exaggerated eye-roll, practically throwing her head back in mock dismay. “You know how much I hate my face.”

She said it with a scoff, but there was truth behind the words. For all her youthful looks, what she truly longed for was something else entirely—a bold, sultry edge, a face that carried the weight of years and experience.

for a twenty-something more often than not. It was flattering at first, perhaps, but the charm wore thin quickly—especially on nights when she was alone and some sleazy stranger tried his

did not even begin

sofa cushions. Her gaze found Corrine’s face, and something thoughtful crossed her expression.

Corrine’s eyes. A flicker—quick, subtle—but enough

meant. Home was the headquarters of the Red

a member of the Red Flame, with

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a moment’s silence, her gaze dropping as if weighing memories. Then, with quiet calm, she said, “I met with Vulture

something flickered through Kinsley’s eyes—warmth, nostalgia, the ghost of a smile. “How are

the summit wraps up, would you like to come with me and spend a

hesitation. “Sure!” But the cheer in her voice faded, dimmed by a lingering thought. Her smile slipped, and a small crease formed between her brows.

had intended to talk with Corrine earlier,

but now seemed the right moment to voice her unease. “Do you