The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1720:

Carl turned his attention to him, eyes narrowing slightly.

Jules gave a succinct rundown of the situation.

“So Nate struck before you did?” Carl’s brow creased with disapproval. “What kind of family are you? You couldn’t even get a chance to avenge Corrine.”

Jules froze, caught off guard by the accusation. It was as if Carl had completely missed the point.

With a low scoff, Carl muttered, “At least he’s got some sense.”

Though no name was mentioned, the admiration aimed at Nate was unmistakable.

Jules quietly took in the shift. Sooner or later, Carl would see Nate as someone worthy—if only because of Corrine.

went quiet, lost in thought,

resting at Celtis

Slowly, he gave the order. “Tell her to halt the expansion plans in

“Understood.”

She reached out instinctively, but the sheets beside her were cold. They

scanned the room. Her gaze landed

he crushed out

her right away. Instead, he waited a beat, letting the chill fade from his clothes before approaching. “Are you feeling better?

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head and extended her arms, her voice

a brief glance, sighed quietly, then stepped forward and gently drew her into

without meaning to, her

a familiar scent on him—woodsy and clean, yet laced with a subtle trace of tobacco. Her nose wrinkled slightly in response. “I thought you didn’t

under pressure,” Nate replied, patting her back with quiet tenderness.