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.”

his gaze, his expression sharp. “Take care of it

delays—Corrine would grow anxious if they dragged

crackled through Presley’s earpiece, and a subtle shift

just reported that Miss Holland may

Presley’s skin,

warning, Nate rose to his feet

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to block his path. “Sir, it’s too soon.

his face carved with fury, lips pressed into a firm

but please think about the broader mission.” Corrine was Nate’s weak spot—Presley understood that—but they’d come too

was eerie, the calm before something explosive. His jaw clenched, gaze razor-sharp. “Since when