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.

tried to steady her thoughts, but Eaton’s earlier

remained just that—names and faces without weight. Some mistook her politeness for friendship,

had ever been

logic, she should’ve distanced herself from him the moment she learned of his animosity

she hadn’t. She knew Jonathan treated her with a softness that

of family. But it was something—inexplicable and

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

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the chamber, Jules kept his eyes locked on the small window, barely blinking. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned pale, nails digging into his palms. The silence felt unbearable, stretching longer with each

the chamber door creaked

white mist, Corrine stepped out slowly,

shoulders and easing her down into a nearby chair. His hands hovered anxiously, his