The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1370:

Nate was seated in a sterile room, his shirt off while the doctor changed the dressing on his wounds.

Just then, his phone rang. Nate answered, and as he listened, the air grew heavier, colder—thick enough to choke on.

Matias and Saul stood by the door, watching him closely. Though no words were spoken, their expressions said enough. They exchanged glances and let out quiet sighs.

They didn’t need to ask. They already knew.

Only Corrine could rattle Nate like this.

He ended the call in silence and then slowly lowered the phone. His jaw clenched so tightly it looked as if it might crack. His eyes burned with something darker.

He squeezed the phone in his palm until his knuckles turned stark white.

She had said she was entitled to privacy. That outsiders had no place in her personal affairs.

what he was

An outsider.

the last. His chest tightened, as if an invisible chain had wrapped

face, Matias and Saul stiffened as if even breathing too loudly might draw fire their

storm in human form, his eyes shadowed beneath a scowl, gripping his phone

trying—and failing—to reach Corrine since the night before. She had a peculiar way of not bothering with explanations; she simply cut him off and blocked

far, not even a whisper from

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a flicker of satisfaction tugged at his lips. He couldn’t help but jab,

again, trying to stay as invisible

about it—Vulture embodied everything a Red Flame leader stood for. He wasn’t just leading the gang; he

barely holding it together, likely over Corrine, yet Vulture chose to pour salt into the

deepened Vulture’s irritation. He opened his mouth to speak when his phone rang sharply. The screen showed an unfamiliar number, and Vulture

“Yeah? Who is this?”