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 from the story’s grip. She snatched up the

to Depraval Bar—quick! Your Uncle Waldo is in trouble!” Jolene’s

felt her heart skip a beat. There was no time to think. She tossed the

expression, he stood as

in trouble,” she said

hand, his palm warm and steady against her cold

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

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glance at Saul, who trailed just behind. The message was silent but clear. Saul gave a quick nod and strode forward with his

the crowd began to scatter did Corrine and Nate

of its usual moody ambiance. No soft shadows, no inviting darkness. Just white,

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