The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1343:

Pity bloomed on their faces like polite masks, but behind the thin veil of concern, their eyes gleamed with concealed amusement—sharp, vulture-like.

“Miss Holland…” Mandy’s voice was soft as she stepped closer, eyes flickering with quiet worry.

Corrine met her gaze with a faint lift of her eyebrows. There was no panic, no flinch.

Mandy paused, and then nodded subtly to herself. That look—cool, impenetrable—told her everything. Corrine was fine. But not everyone saw it that way.

Nolan lounged on a sofa, one leg draped over the other, his gaze drifting to the woman beside him. He tilted his head slightly. “Did you hear that?”

Emily, however, remained motionless, her expression as unreadable as stone. She neither flinched nor acknowledged his words, as if they had never been spoken at all.

crossed Nolan’s face before his eyes narrowed. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached out and lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “A wise person knows when to seize an opportunity,” he murmured, his voice smooth, coaxing. “Ford Group has crossed Universe Financial Group. It will

skin as his piercing stare locked onto hers, scrutinizing every

fingers curling into tight

him further. Rather than irritation, a slow smirk crept across his lips as his hand slid from her chin to the curve of her waist. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “We shared a bed, even

Emily’s eyes, sharp and unforgiving. She gritted her teeth. “Your deceitful, repulsive face

words,” he mused, though his expression remained infuriatingly smug. “I have never claimed to be a saint, but I have been patient with you. Under different circumstances, with your current attitude, everyone would have already seen just how shameless you are in bed. Do

you

were laced with honeyed

her as her

surfacing, was enough to make

recover from such