The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1640

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.

slow, provoking smile curled

by the provocation. “How’s your father doing

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

father—the current patriarch of the Charles family—didn’t extend

suddenly understood the weight behind Taylor’s earlier

always known Taylor came from a prominent family, but for the head of the Charles household to mention

secrets was Nate

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one by one, filling the room with

atmosphere remained surprisingly calm, likely due to Nate’s

Taylor would steal subtle glances at Corrine, unreadable emotions flickering in

“When’s the wedding?”

stone into still water. Taylor didn’t ask out of idle curiosity—he asked

if Nate ever hurt Corrine, he didn’t care what legacy or power the Hopkins name carried—he’d find a way to make the bastard pay, regardless of his

the question clearly.

a beat. She glanced at him instinctively, and in his intense

This wasn’t for show.

less than sincerity. And now, that

her meal quietly, but Taylor mistook

dry laugh, lifted his glass, and drained it

eight, the three of them stepped out into the night, parting ways at the entrance of Serenity

his gaze following the sleek Venom GT as it disappeared down

it,” Saul replied from

expression in the rearview mirror. “Sir, one more thing—we’ve just confirmed it.

words dropped like a match in dry grass, igniting a taut silence inside the

and

up in record time.

and made a mock throat-slitting gesture

blink, a black car and a white car exploded off

just fast. It felt inevitable—like destiny had thrown down