The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1352:

Instead, he paced anxiously, like a cat trapped on a hot tin roof, his hands on his hips, eyes fixed firmly on her every move.

When he saw her slip slightly, exhaustion threatening to overpower her, his heart leapt into his throat. His hands reached out instinctively, voice dropping to a whisper as he called out, “Be careful!”

Corrine, now eight floors up, barely heard him. The sound of his voice reached her as little more than a distant hum. She glanced down, offering him a quick, reassuring smile before continuing her climb.

It seemed as though fate had chosen that moment to test her resolve. A light drizzle began to fall from the heavens, soft but insistent, adding an extra layer of challenge to her ascent.

The rain slicked the drainpipe, turning it into a treacherous slip-and-slide.

Several times, her hands and feet slipped, her body sliding downward with alarming speed. Each slip made Jules’ heart race faster, his fear mounting with every inch she lost.

but the cold, unforgiving air below her. If she fell, survival seemed like an impossible

did not regret

burst of energy, she reached

Instead, she reached for the window ledge, testing the air conditioning unit beneath

in the dim light—just

a cold glint flickering

you love at

injuries, had Nate kept the news of

everyone to lie to her, keeping her in the dark? Did he see

words. “Miss Holland, you are an intelligent woman. Surely, you must realize that things are rarely as simple as they seem. Do you honestly believe the summit was rescheduled without reason? That the original venue was changed to Riverveille on a whim? Do you truly think I alone have

convinced he was only trying to stir trouble. But now, looking at Nate’s secrecy, the truth was

her, he wouldn’t have