The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1619:

“Sure,” Corrine replied with a nod.

By the time darkness enveloped the city like a quiet curtain, they had finished their meal. The two of them now curled up together in the home theater, warm and close, lost in the glow of the screen.

To make things easier for her, Nate had curated an impressive lineup of films—timeless classics from both local and international cinema, as well as a few recent releases across various genres.

Corrine scanned the titles and chose a suspense film. With a bucket of popcorn balanced on her lap, she sank into the plush cushions of the sofa.

As the movie unfolded, they whispered theories back and forth, trying to outguess the plot and unmask the culprit.

Time slipped through their fingers. Just as the film reached its most electrifying twist, Corrine’s phone rang, shrill and sharp.

through the room like a blade, dragging her

in trouble!” Jolene’s voice

no time to think. She tossed the popcorn aside and sprang to her

alert. Seeing her expression, he stood as well,

is in trouble,” she

warm and steady against her cold

Depraval Bar, a dense crowd had already gathered at the entrance. Onlookers swarmed like moths to a flame, craning their necks for a better view of the

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was silent but clear. Saul gave a quick nod and strode forward with his men, slicing through

crowd began to scatter did

stripped of its usual moody ambiance. No soft shadows, no inviting darkness. Just white, clinical light spilling

aside. Blood speckled the floor, stark against the polished wood—a silent testament to the violence that