The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1731:

The island lay shrouded in thick vegetation. The varying heights of the dense greenery revealed the rolling terrain beneath, with shadowy mountain silhouettes rising and falling in layered ridges against the sky.

Corrine’s gaze narrowed with recognition. Something about this landscape stirred her memory—it bore a striking resemblance to the Tomb Mountain region in Lyhaton.

Corrine shed her oxygen tank, secured her backpack firmly across her shoulders, and dropped into a low stance before vanishing into the embracing shadows of the forest.

The island lay in absolute stillness, not even the buzz of insects breaking the hush. In that complete silence, Corrine could hear the rhythm of her own heart pounding in her chest. She drew the dagger from her boot, gripping it tightly, and crept forward in a low crouch.

The forest stretched before her in ancient, untouched splendor—so wild and unmarked that it felt like a place where one could vanish without a trace. As she moved deeper, the crashing of waves against the shore faded into a distant murmur. A heavy darkness clung to the canopy above, casting the woods in a menacing shroud.

Beneath her feet, leaves and brittle branches crackled, but she moved swiftly, melting into the shadows with silent precision.

She squinted up at it, trying to make sense of its presence. Whoever dared fly the chopper without taking fire had to belong

for someone. Could Nate be close

𝓥𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓯𝔂 𝓈𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝗀𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈𝖛𝗲𝗅𝘀．𝚌𝗈𝗺

few steps when soft footsteps brushed through the underbrush

Those guys ran off like scared rabbits. Are we really still

head alone

“A billion? Seriously?”

up! Keep it

thick shrubs, parting the foliage just enough to see

behind them. Timing her strike with precision, she sprang from cover, slashing her dagger across one man’s throat