The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1697:

Franco turned, studying Leif’s profile. “But why are you so interested in whether he shows or not? Thinking of going head-to-head with him?” His lips curled into a sly grin, eyes dancing with mischief, as if he couldn’t wait for the chaos to unfold.

Franco had been keeping a close eye on Leif and Corrine, quietly studying the nuances of their interactions—the quiet glances, the barely-there hesitations. It didn’t take much to see their bond was more than casual friendship. Still, for all his observation, he lacked the emotional vocabulary to fully grasp the shape of their connection. Romantic matters had never been his forte.

Franco flicked ash from his cigarette with a lazy wrist, pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, and offered a crooked smile. “There are plenty of women out there. Why get so hung up over one? And if you’re thinking about going toe-to-toe with Nate, be honest—you don’t stand a chance. Didn’t you catch the trending news? They’re locked into a passionate relationship. You’re not in his league.”

He let the silence stretch before adding, “And anyway, if their relationship was so easy to break, someone would’ve done it already. But anyone who tries will definitely pay for it.”

Leif stared at him with a flat face. “Did I say I wanted to get involved?” And just like that, he turned and walked off without a glance back.

Franco remained frozen, cigarette hovering mid-air, mouth slightly ajar. Leif didn’t intend to interfere with their relationship? Wasn’t he coveting Corrine?

the Ford and Astley families in Nelting echoed the splendor of the wedding ceremony they’d held in Lyhaton not long ago. As the ceremony began

being in the place she grew up, or maybe she’d finally found her peace, but she no longer wore the sorrow she had back in Lyhaton.

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The wedding went smoothly.

as he watched Rachel. He took a slow breath, then

“I will,” Jules replied.

emotional exchange pulled at the hearts of many in the audience—tears welled, smiles

her hand as she quietly observed the scene.

messaged Nate

Meeting? Maybe.