The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1540

Chapter 1640:

Taylor froze. His expression crumpled, rebuilt itself, and then cracked again. “Wait, wait a minute…” What the hell?

His mouth moved, but no words followed.

Fiancé? Did she just say Nate Hopkins?

His mind scrambled to assemble the pieces, but they refused to fit.

How had this happened? How had those two ended up together?

His thoughts spun in helpless circles.

If it had been anyone else, he could have made them back off, made them reconsider.

But Nate?

He fought the urge to take a drink right then and there.

Meanwhile, Nate watched the flicker of shock on Taylor’s face. He understood men—understood the look of one realizing, too late, that he’d missed his chance.

“Let’s talk inside,” Corrine offered smoothly.

Once in the private room, the three settled around the table.

Nate passed a cup of coffee to Corrine with familiar ease. Taylor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “She doesn’t take caffeine after six. You didn’t know that?”


Nate met his gaze calmly.

Taylor raised an eyebrow, not breaking eye contact. His words carried a clear message to Nate—he knew Corrine well.

Then, a slow, provoking smile curled on Taylor’s lips.

provocation. “How’s your

landed like a stone. Taylor straightened, the tension palpable in the way his shoulders

patriarch of the Charles family—didn’t extend

observing the exchange, suddenly understood the weight behind Taylor’s

Charles household to mention sparring with Nate… it suggested a level of Nate’s influence far deeper than

many secrets was Nate

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by one, filling the

remained surprisingly calm, likely due

glances at Corrine, unreadable emotions flickering in his eyes. Then,


“When’s the wedding?”

question dropped like a stone into still water. Taylor didn’t ask out of idle curiosity—he asked because he knew the

Nate ever hurt Corrine, he didn’t care what legacy or power the Hopkins name carried—he’d find a

understood the meaning behind the question clearly. He

instinctively, and

This wasn’t for show.

had treated her with nothing less than sincerity. And now, that

her meal quietly, but Taylor mistook her composure for

laugh, lifted his glass, and drained it in one

the three of them stepped out into the night, parting ways

car, his gaze following the sleek Venom GT as it disappeared down

it,” Saul replied from

“Sir, one more thing—we’ve just confirmed it. Leif


in dry grass, igniting a taut silence inside the

she and Taylor headed straight for the

with the drill, got them suited up in

and made a mock throat-slitting gesture at Corrine, grinning like

came the referee’s signal. The flag dropped. And in a blink, a black car and a white car exploded off

It felt inevitable—like destiny had thrown

first sharp turn, Taylor edged

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