The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1641

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.

a slow, provoking smile curled on

provocation. “How’s your

Taylor straightened, the tension palpable in the way his shoulders squared. “He’s well. He mentioned wanting to

current patriarch of the Charles family—didn’t extend

observing the exchange, suddenly understood

the Charles household to mention sparring with Nate… it suggested

secrets was Nate

????

dishes began arriving one by one, filling the room with warm

surprisingly calm, likely

Taylor would steal subtle glances at Corrine, unreadable


“When’s the wedding?”

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

he didn’t care what legacy or power the Hopkins name carried—he’d find a

behind the question clearly. He didn’t flinch. “I’m

She glanced at him instinctively, and in his

This wasn’t for show.

less than sincerity. And now, that sincerity wrapped

to her meal quietly, but Taylor mistook her composure

lifted his glass,

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

the car, his gaze following the sleek Venom GT as it disappeared down the road. He squinted his eyes. “Find

it,” Saul replied from

one more


dropped like a match in dry

and she and Taylor

suited up in record time. Moments later,

over his shoulder and made a mock throat-slitting gesture at Corrine,

dropped. And in a blink, a black car and a

race wasn’t just fast. It felt inevitable—like destiny had thrown down a

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