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

struggled to process this sudden

feed before he violently kicked

through his rage. Recognizing the caller ID, he snatched it up and barked before the caller could speak, “You guaranteed

response from the other end of the 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 if fortune smiles on him this time!” Slamming down the phone, Barton snatched up the intercom and began

arrogance, he grossly misjudged what

operatives had either disappeared or gone silent. The implications weren’t lost

even Barton himself was

the beginning!” Barton spat, his eyes burning

dawned on him—control had

question plaguing him was where his perfect plan had unraveled. If Nate had the

deliberately delayed and hidden from the

elegance, his

his ground, defiance etched into every line of his face. “You think I’d let you walk away

his phone

he glanced at the caller

called unless some emergency had

his voice a blade of

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

a deafening explosion thundered through the line. His

is under attack, and the damage is

steady,

“The police!”