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!”

of color. “I’m not one for patience. I don’t enjoy repeating myself, but for my mother’s sake, I’ll say it once more.

warning, she lifted her foot and

turned, surprise briefly registered on her face at the sight of Nate

her protectively into his arms, examining her with frantic concern.

“No,” Corrine replied.

had crystallized across his face. He

his chest. His stance wavered, making him feel as though he stood upon

slightest gesture, he signaled the men positioned behind him to advance and deliver

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