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.

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

warm and taunting, brushed against her skin as his piercing stare locked onto hers, scrutinizing every twitch,

fingers curling into

of her waist. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. “We shared a bed, even if only for one night. And yet, you act as if

She gritted her teeth. “Your deceitful, repulsive face disgusts

“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

what you love at

were laced with honeyed malice—a threat wrapped in feigned

passed through her as her pupils shrank, a flicker of

those photos, those videos surfacing, was enough to make bile rise

never recover