The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1735:

Bang! The gunshot cracked through the air, and the bullet tore clean through Barton’s wrist.

His fingers slackened instantly, the pistol slipping from his grip and thudding onto the ground.

Eyes bloodshot and wide with shock, Barton stared at Corrine, seated beside him.

She gripped a polished silver handgun, her expression unreadable—cool, detached, and hauntingly beautiful in her stillness.

What rattled Barton most wasn’t just her icy calm—it was her aim. Lethal.

Unerring. Beyond anything he’d ever achieved.

Blood seeped from his wrist, trailing down in slow, rhythmic drops.

Saul and Presley lunged forward, wrestling him to the dirt.

“Let go of me!” Barton bellowed, thrashing like a wounded beast, all but blind to the pain.

Nate observed him without emotion, his tone as frigid as ever. “Give up the brain behind all this, and I’ll try to get you a deal with the police.”

Barton sneered, lips twisting. “You? The great Nate Hopkins? You could get the police to storm my place with half the force, but you can’t sniff out who’s calling the shots?”

“You’re betting your life on protecting him. I wonder if, once the cops have you cornered, he’ll lift a finger for you.” Corrine’s voice sliced through the tension as she eyed Barton, now forced to kneel. “You’re surrounded. It’s over. Even your stronghold’s been reduced to rubble. If I were you, I’d talk for leniency. Otherwise, you’re finished.”

Barton clamped his mouth shut, wavering.

None of this had gone the way he expected. He never imagined the police would throw so much weight behind Nate—never thought they’d go all in.

Truth was, even with his base intact, he wouldn’t have stood a chance.

beginning, this had been a

a helicopter

to sway, while a storm of dust rose, clouding everyone’s

instinctively shielded their eyes—Corrine

noise, a faint gunshot rang

marked the center of his forehead. He

Nate’s face hardened. “Search!”

there were more than

the earlier gusts, but Corrine felt a slight headache coming

temple, a

stood and gave Presley a signal. “Clean

replied, watching as Nate and Corrine walked

and Corrine boarded a helicopter,

a kiss across her forehead before turning

caught his wrist. “And

you.” With that, he

waist as she nestled closer, breathing in the clean, woody scent that lingered on him. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat

held in her frame, Nate ran

off, he rose from the bed without a

stepping out, he lit

outside, Saul stood waiting. “Sir, the police commander in charge

Mandy, who stood watch

Mandy replied

rest on

slight frown crossed her face as she

path, speaking respectfully. “Miss Holland, he’s with the

a brief nod and