The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1492:

If anything happened to Corrine today, he would never forgive himself.

As they burst through the building entrance, a startling scene unfolded before them—Corrine stood with one foot pressed firmly against Dewey’s chest.

Dewey writhed on the ground, his face flushed crimson as violent coughs wracked his body. Between desperate gasps for air, he managed to sputter, “Corrine, I’m your father. How dare you lay a hand on me! Aren’t you afraid of karma catching up with you?” Rage seethed through his every word.

Corrine’s lips curved into a radiant smile, her eyes twinkling with mischievous delight. “Don’t you worry about me. I’m certain a wicked man like you will face your karma soon enough,” she countered with unsettling composure.

Dewey glared at Corrine, speechless and seething. After what felt like an eternity, he finally hissed, “You wretched woman!”

my warning to heart.” Corrine’s eyes narrowed dangerously, a cold glint flickering in her penetrating gaze. She deliberately increased the pressure of her heel against Dewey’s chest until his lips drained of color. “I’m not one

final warning, she lifted her foot and

her face at

she could question their presence, Nate rushed forward and pulled her protectively into his arms, examining her

“No,” Corrine replied.

His chiseled features hardened to ice, as though a layer of winter frost had crystallized across his face. He cast a piercing glance toward Dewey, his gaze sharp as a blade, cutting straight through

his chest. His stance wavered, making him feel as though he stood upon shifting clouds, one trembling

employer’s eyes. With the slightest gesture, he signaled the men positioned behind

and gently tugged at Nate’s sleeve. “It’s all taken care of,”