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.”

gaze, his expression sharp. “Take care

grow anxious if they dragged this

through Presley’s earpiece, and a subtle shift crossed his face. He met Nate’s eyes, hesitated, then squared his

Mandy just reported that Miss Holland may have made it to the Independent

across Presley’s skin, leaving him cold with dread. He didn’t need to hear a word to know Nate was nearing

rose to

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“Sir, it’s too

his face carved with fury,

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

was eerie, the calm before something explosive. His jaw clenched, gaze razor-sharp. “Since when do you make my decisions for