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.

had been a losing

a helicopter

forced the dense jungle to sway, while

instinctively shielded

then, amid the noise, a faint gunshot rang

Barton—a new bullet hole marked the center of his

Nate’s face hardened. “Search!”

there were more than two factions on

the earlier gusts, but Corrine

her hand to her temple, a

a

as

and Corrine boarded a helicopter, heading

some rest,” Nate said, brushing a kiss across her forehead

“And you? Where

you.” With that, he lay back

scent that lingered on him. The steady rhythm of

frame, Nate ran a

rose from the bed without

out, he lit

stood waiting. “Sir, the police commander in charge of this operation wants to

who stood watch at the door.

Mandy replied quickly, snapping

the rest

she scanned the room and realized Nate was gone. A slight frown crossed her face as she hurried

stepped into her path, speaking respectfully. “Miss Holland, he’s

and asked