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

this sudden

eyes burned with fury at the surveillance feed before he violently kicked a nearby chair, sending

could speak, “You guaranteed Nate would be

line made Barton’s eyes narrow to slits, a dangerous gleam flickering within their depths. “He always slips through dangerous situations? Well, let’s see

in his arrogance, he grossly misjudged what he was

mere minutes, every single one of Barton’s operatives had either disappeared or gone silent. The implications

Barton himself was

Barton spat, his eyes burning with a fury that threatened to consume him

dawned on him—control had never

his perfect plan had unraveled. If Nate had the capability to neutralize his forces all along, why wait

had Nate deliberately delayed and

what you envisioned?” Nate reclined with casual elegance, his legs crossed, his demeanor betraying

on him, Barton stood his ground, defiance etched into every line of his face. “You think I’d let you walk away unscathed? You’ve slaughtered

sharp ring of his phone sliced

he

unless some emergency

chin upward, his voice a blade

sense of impending doom crawled up Barton’s spine as he reluctantly accepted

through the line. His heart lurched painfully

Chadwick, our base is under attack, and the damage is

keep his voice steady, he demanded, “Who’s

“The police!”