The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1716:

Cushioned by wealth and pampered by privilege his entire life, Fabian’s body betrayed him against Saul’s combat-hardened strength.

He crumpled like discarded paper, pain blossoming outward from his core.

Nate claimed the sofa with casual dominance, his glacial stare dissecting Fabian without emotion. “You touched someone under my protection. Now taste the consequences.”

“You…” cough, cough… Fabian tasted copper as blood filled his mouth before he spat it out.

Nate’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Fabian Garcia, your little war with the Ford family never concerned me. And I ignored your schemes because you were too insignificant to bother with. Until you made the mistake of touching what belongs to me.”

“Who the hell are you!” Fabian staggered upright, false bravado seeping into his trembling voice. “Do you know who I am? Aren’t you afraid I’ll have you carried out of here on a stretcher?”

through the air with lethal precision, his foot

The kick was merciless.

impact

stood frozen like statues, terror sealing

darted to his son’s crumpled form, naked panic flooding his weathered features. After a moment’s hesitation, he measured his words carefully. “Sir, violence won’t resolve our differences. Perhaps we

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Nate’s identity, instinct told him this invasion was related to the Corrine situation. He cast a furtive glance toward Fabian’s prone figure on

had acted against Corrine without consulting the family, paternal instinct wouldn’t allow him to watch his son beaten to death before his

gaze shifted, locking onto Colton with predatory focus. Even that fleeting eye contact sent tremors

man standing before him existed in a realm of danger beyond anything he could afford to challenge. No! Not just Colton, but the entire Garcia dynasty—with all its connections and power—dared

tightened his grip on the polished cane beneath his fingers. “Sir, whatever foolishness my son has committed, we