The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1730:

Vulture lowered his gaze, drawing a deep breath to quell the stirring in his chest.

When he looked up again, his features had hardened into an impenetrable mask. “Let’s move. I’ll guide you there.”

Their helicopter couldn’t penetrate the restricted airspace above Nate’s island, forcing them to make a temporary landing on an adjacent, unknown island.

The island they currently occupied lay at a considerable distance from Nate’s position, and to approach undetected, Corrine would need to traverse the water.

“I’ll proceed alone,” Corrine stated, methodically checking her equipment. “Stay here and maintain surveillance.”

Vulture’s brow creased with evident concern.

squeeze to his

swallowed a pill without water, then slipped beneath the sea’s

as he stared at the watery path Corrine

keystrokes echoed from Lone Ranger’s end of the line. “Thus far, neither the Powells nor the Quinns appear implicated, suggesting this is

from his steaming mug before continuing, “Nate currently faces twenty top-level mercenaries—essentially

Vulture’s voice cracked with

exceptionally rare, lethal operatives

location sent a chilling message—someone desperately wanted

had vanished, his expression hardening with each passing second. “Put

his voice laden with unspoken

your mind? You let Corrine infiltrate alone? She hasn’t actively trained in years! If anything happens to

supplication, his voice dropping to a fervent whisper. “Please, any divine entity listening—shield Corrine