The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1696:

Still, she wasn’t ready to surrender to it. Not yet.

“No matter when,” Leif said softly, brushing a hand gently through her hair, “that place will always be your second home. If you don’t want to stay a bit longer here, then go back to Lyhaton when you’ve finished what you came for. I can always come to you.”

Corrine nodded. “Alright.”

She wasn’t hurrying off because of Nate’s urging—her mind was fixed on the ongoing acquisition of Holland Group. Loose ends still dangled, and she couldn’t breathe easy until she’d tied them up herself.

She scattered the fish food across the glistening lake, then straightened and turned to leave.

Leif remained rooted in place, his eyes following her silhouette as it drifted away.

then, a man in a black suit approached from behind, lowering his voice into Leif’s ear. “Mr. Mendoza, the person we were watching for hasn’t shown.” Leif’s brow twitched. Not the answer he’d

had heard Vulture talk about how much Nate cherished Corrine. He’d assumed the man would barge in

gaze subtly shifted toward the rockery. Leif followed his look—and there he was. Franco,

eyes narrowed, cold

pretense. He strolled out into plain sight, lifting a hand in greeting, as casual as if they

in his pocket and the other swinging easily at

(uso de “ç”

watching Franco’s approach. The assistant hesitated for a beat, then withdrew without argument. Franco came to a

family will vanish in everything but name.” A house without an heir

the shimmering lake and asked nonchalantly, “How far

girlfriend—she was practically his fiancée. And here Leif was, brazenly coveting her like she was already

she mention that?” Franco replied, the words laced with pointed weight. He let them hang in the air like bait, eyes trained on