The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1734:

She shrugged nonchalantly. “They’ve all been killed.”

Saul’s face contorted with disbelief. Presley was shocked. All of them—killed?

These weren’t ordinary guards but top-level mercenaries—the best money could buy. Yet somehow, Corrine had killed three of them without breaking a sweat.

Since when had top-level mercenaries become such easy prey?

At Corrine’s casual revelation, Nate’s grip on her hand tightened almost imperceptibly.

“As your partner, I refuse to be the weak link,” she whispered, noticing his reaction. Sensing his discomfort, Corrine gently squeezed his hand and shifted topics with a curious smile. “How are you maintaining outside communication?” The question had been nagging at her—if their devices worked, why had Nate’s phone been supposedly useless?

“The entire island is blanketed with signal jammers,” Saul explained evenly, his eyes carefully tracking Nate’s expression. “Our equipment uses specialized anti-jamming technology to break through. But appearing disconnected was necessary to lure them into the open.”

The truth crystallized in Corrine’s mind—Nate had orchestrated this from the start.

What seemed like enemies encroaching on Nate’s domain was actually an elaborate snare, with the hunters unwittingly becoming the hunted.

Meanwhile, Barton Chadwick, the mercenary leader, hovered over a drone monitor, watching events unfold with growing unease.

The abrupt silence from his snipers drew a string of curses from his lips as realization dawned—something had gone terribly wrong.

What had begun as a straightforward operation had violently tilted against them without warning.

LΑτєѕτ chαρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝑛ovєl𝑆.𝗰𝑜𝗺

to process this sudden reversal of

feed before he violently kicked a nearby chair, sending it crashing across

could speak, “You guaranteed Nate would be completely vulnerable and unprepared for our ambush, didn’t you? What’s with the drone? How were

through dangerous situations? Well, let’s see if fortune smiles on him this time!” Slamming down the phone, Barton snatched up the

grossly misjudged what he was

of Barton’s operatives had either disappeared or gone silent.

Barton

playing me like a puppet from the beginning!” Barton spat, his

bitter truth dawned on him—control had never been

plaguing him was where his perfect plan had unraveled. If Nate had the capability to neutralize his forces all along, why wait until

deliberately delayed

you envisioned?” Nate reclined with casual elegance, his legs crossed, his demeanor betraying not a hint of

trained on him, Barton stood his ground, defiance etched into every line of his face. “You

ring of his phone sliced through

he glanced at

never called unless

tilted his chin upward, his voice a blade of

doom crawled up Barton’s spine as he reluctantly accepted

explosion thundered through the line. His heart lurched painfully as his fingers tightened around the

Chadwick, our base is under attack, and the damage is significant!” Blood

to keep his voice steady,

“The police!”