The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 130

Chapter 130:

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“Put Corrine on the phone.”

Nate’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he glanced at Corrine, still fast asleep against his arm. Rising quietly, he moved to the balcony.

“She’s not available,” he said, his tone cool, his words deliberate.

On the other end, Bruce’s voice rose, laced with barely veiled jealousy.

“Who the hell do you think you are to decide that for her? Let me talk to Corrine!”

Nate didn’t bother indulging the outburst. He hung up without another word, the dial tone ringing in Bruce’s ears.

Bruce stared at the phone in his hand, his jaw tightening as anger simmered beneath his calm facade. He let out a cold laugh, his tone dripping with derision.

“Corrine, so this is what you’ve come to.”

When his assistant entered moments later, Bruce stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression as dark as the storm clouds that had hung over the city the previous night. The assistant hesitated, sensing the tension in the room. Clearing his throat cautiously, he said, “Mr. Ashton, everyone’s ready for the meeting.”

Bruce turned to him, his gaze sharp and cutting, sending an involuntary shiver down the assistant’s spine.

“What’s the update from the people I sent to investigate Corrine?” he asked, his voice cold enough to freeze the air.

The assistant faltered before replying quickly, “No significant information has been uncovered yet. It seems someone’s gone to great lengths to conceal her whereabouts.”

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Since Corrine’s departure from Ashton Group, she had become a complete mystery.

Even the surveillance footage documenting her movements had been meticulously erased, leaving no trace behind.

Bruce’s brow furrowed deeply, a nagging suspicion brewing in his mind. Could Corrine be harboring a secret that had managed to slip past his perception?

He turned his attention to his assistant, his voice cutting through the tension.

“What did Kaiden Hudson from Ford Group report?” The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.

The assistant, sensing the weight of the moment, responded carefully, “Kaiden mentioned a reassignment to another branch, with no immediate plans to return…”

With each word, an invisible chill seemed to permeate the office, transforming the room into an arctic landscape of unspoken tensions.

After a momentary hesitation—carefully measuring the intimidating atmosphere Bruce radiated—the assistant added softly, “Mr. Ashton, it’s time for the meeting.”

Bruce’s response was immediate. He gripped his phone tightly, his movements precise and determined as he strode toward the meeting room.

In stark contrast to Bruce’s intense demeanor, Corrine felt remarkably serene. Her eyes opened, scanning the room before settling on Nate’s recumbent form on the sofa.

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