The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1584

Chapter 1584:

Corrine didn’t respond. She gently slipped her hand out of Jules’ grasp and stepped into the experimental chamber.

The door sealed shut behind her with a muted thud. Jules stood frozen, an ache blooming in his chest—sharp and suffocating. The silence stretched before he finally broke it, his voice strained and laced with tension. “Eaton, how confident are you in this formula?”

Eaton, hunched over the test bench, kept his movements measured. Without looking up, he replied calmly, “About fifty percent.”

Jules’ face darkened instantly.

Fifty percent. A coin toss between survival and catastrophe.

chamber, Corrine tried to steady her thoughts, but Eaton’s

reserved, slow to open up to people. Casual acquaintances remained just that—names and faces without weight. Some mistook her politeness for friendship, but

had ever

learned of his animosity toward Nate. At the very least, she should have drawn a

that went beyond

wasn’t the comfort of family. But it was

the long-term dangers of the drug, her first reaction hadn’t been fear for herself. It

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barely blinking. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned pale, nails digging into his palms. The silence felt unbearable, stretching longer with each tick of the clock. His chest grew tighter.

last, the chamber door

a haze of white mist, Corrine stepped out slowly, her

draping a coat over her shoulders and easing her down into a nearby chair. His hands hovered anxiously, his gaze searching her face for any