The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1693

Chapter 1693:

They had stepped into the Astley family’s estate prepared for anything—whether welcome or war. Though, it seemed fortune had tipped slightly in their favor.

The Astley family didn’t approve of this marriage, and their cold shoulder came as no surprise.

If the Ford family wanted reconciliation, being humble was their only recourse, but whether the Astleys would offer clemency was another matter entirely.

Thankfully, Franco’s plan worked.

Jules had endured his share of turbulence, but at least his suffering wasn’t for nothing.

As Franco and Corrine spoke quietly by the marble archway, her eyes drifted beyond him, catching a glimpse of someone.

Her brows drew together.

Was that… Leif?

Noticing the shift in her expression, Franco instinctively turned to follow her line of sight—but the space beyond was empty.

Was his intuition wrong?

No—it couldn’t have been.

Before he could question it further, Corrine glanced back at him. “Franco, I need to take care of something. Please excuse me.” She didn’t wait for a reply.

She slipped away, weaving through the crowd, her eyes never leaving the figure at the far end of the hall. But after a few steps, a waitress collided with her, sloshing red wine across her dress in a careless sweep.

“Oh—I’m terribly sorry, Miss,” the waitress blurted, fumbling for a cloth and dabbing uselessly at the stain. It only made it worse. “Please, let me escort you to get changed. It’s entirely my fault.”

Corrine’s reflex was to wave her off—her mind still locked on Leif—but her gaze dropped to the cloth in her hand. Something about it made her curious.

changed her mind.

Holland. Please, this way,” the waitress said,

without a word. Once changed, she stepped out of the dressing room to

𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀

waiting for you at the gazebo in the

nodded once. “Thank

the banquet hall, a chill crawled beneath Franco’s collar. Something

only sharpened his focus. With his cigarette poised between his fingers, he frowned and made

Nate’s voice came through the line—cool,

garden below. Through

know she has ties to

Nate replied

knew?” Franco echoed, unsettled now. “That doesn’t strike you as odd? Corrine’s lived her entire life in Lyhaton. Leif disappeared off the radar years

arranged marriage and disappeared without a word, the Mendoza family

steering the family out of

stirred fresh questions—was this a signal that he’d embraced the weight of the Mendoza legacy after

the Mendoza family’s standing in Nelting had crumbled. They

connection to Leif. By all logic, their worlds

through the phone. “What

though the air between them

for me,” Nate said, his

the request, responded casually,

through the line before Nate abruptly

dial tone echoed in his ear,

that

quiet dismissal, as if

the distance, eyes clouded with unreadable emotion. Word of Leif’s return had already

person he was seen with—Corrine? Walking by the lake as

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