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.

her thoughts, but Eaton’s earlier words

acquaintances remained just that—names and faces without weight. Some mistook her politeness for friendship, but to her, they were simply part of the

Jonathan had

herself from him the moment she learned of his animosity toward Nate. At the very least, she should have drawn a line,

a softness that went beyond what

wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t the comfort of family. But it was something—inexplicable

Eaton explained the long-term dangers of the drug, her first reaction hadn’t been fear for

content at

turned pale, nails digging into his palms. The silence felt unbearable, stretching longer with each tick

last, the chamber

a haze of white mist, Corrine stepped out

coat over her shoulders and easing her down into a nearby chair. His hands hovered anxiously, his gaze searching her face for any sign of distress. “How