The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1732:

At that moment, a man hidden among the foliage had a high-powered scope trained on the helicopter, speaking into his comms, “Team A has located the target—” He stopped short when he felt a blade at his throat.

Corrine’s dagger pressed against his artery, her voice low and deliberate. “How many of you are out here?”

The sniper hadn’t seen her coming. His eyes narrowed, a glint of steel in them. “Who are you?”

“Who I am doesn’t matter.” She finished the sentence—and him—before he could say another word. With a swift flick of her wrist, the blade sliced cleanly through his neck.

The man clutched at the wound, convulsing and gasping as blood spilled. Corrine watched in silence, unmoved, before leaning in and slipping the earpiece from his ear.

Deep in the jungle, Presley approached Nate. His voice was steady as he reported, “Sir, the sniper’s position has been revealed. Saul’s gone to take care of it.”

expression sharp.

would grow anxious if

through Presley’s earpiece, and a subtle shift

that Miss Holland may have made it to the

turned glacial, an unspoken threat radiating from him like a storm front. The intensity prickled across Presley’s skin, leaving him cold

Nate rose to

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block his path. “Sir, it’s too soon.

face carved with

yet.” Presley dropped to his knees, his voice low but firm. “I know you’re worried about Miss Holland, but please think about the broader mission.” Corrine was Nate’s weak spot—Presley understood that—but they’d come too far to let emotions unravel

something explosive. His jaw clenched, gaze razor-sharp. “Since when do you make