The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1364:

Up there, the city stretched out like a restless sea of lights, and the air felt sharper, cleaner.

She sat near the edge, legs curled under her, cradling the bottle.

Time didn’t exist.

She just stared at the horizon, watching as black melted into indigo, then blue. The peace shattered when the terrace door slammed open behind her.

“Corrine!” Kinsley’s voice rang out—half breathless, half terrified. She rushed forward with slow, careful steps, as though Corrine might slip off the edge with any sudden movement. “It’s too high here, too dangerous. Come on, let’s go back inside, okay?” Her tone was gentle but threaded with fear.

Noticing the tension etched into Kinsley’s features, Corrine offered a slight smile. “I’m just in a foul mood and needed some peace. I’m not about to do anything dramatic. Why are you so tense?”

Her chest tightened with dread. “If something is bothering you, you can talk to me,” she said gently. “This place… it’s too dangerous. If you need to blow off steam, we can head to the shooting range—spend the

curled into a faint smile as she reached for the

eased the knot in Kinsley’s chest. She wasn’t on the verge of doing

of relief, Kinsley lowered herself onto the floor beside her, close enough to offer comfort without pressing too hard. She cast

gaze hollow and rimmed with fatigue. There was no mistaking it—she hadn’t slept

Red Flame organization

quiet pulse that held the team together. She had always worn a mask of icy detachment, her cool exterior rarely cracking. Nothing

too soft for her own good. Corrine had a

now, that distant look in her eyes betrayed everything.

Something real.