The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 166

Chapter 166:

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“Add one more person to the negotiations with Ford Group.”

When Corrine returned to the office, Natasha’s sharp eyes immediately noticed her swollen lips. Her suspicion was instantaneous—this could only be the work of the man who had stormed into the office last time.

After a brief hesitation, Natasha approached and handed Corrine a stack of neatly prepared documents.

“These are the materials on Brighton Group and the draft contract.”

Corrine gave a slight nod of acknowledgment but noticed Natasha hovering, clearly reluctant to leave. She glanced up, her tone neutral.

“Is there anything else?”

Natasha pressed her lips together, an unspoken conflict flickering in her expression.

“I’d like to take a day off tomorrow.”

“Is there a problem?” Corrine asked, her fingers lightly brushing over the edge of the file as she slowly closed it.

Natasha shook her head, her smile faint and tinged with melancholy.

“It’s my mother’s birthday. I’d like to spend the day with her.”

At that, a look of understanding softened Corrine’s features.

“I’ll have someone take you there tomorrow.”

“There’s no need,” Natasha replied with a quick shake of her head, an apologetic smile appearing.

“Jolene already said she’d be there with me. I don’t want to trouble you any more than I already have.”

Corrine blinked, her expression momentarily startled before her voice softened.

“Be careful on your way. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Alright,” Natasha responded quietly.

Once outside the office, Natasha pulled out her phone and dialed quickly.

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“Jolene, Corrine approved the day off. How about we leave tonight?”

On the other end, Jolene’s voice was a lazy drawl.

“Whatever you say.” That single, nonchalant sentence sent Natasha’s heart into an unsteady rhythm she couldn’t quite control.

Half an hour later, the representatives from Brighton Group arrived at the conference room. Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Corrine’s gaze lifted, casually sweeping over the entering figures—until it settled on the last man to step inside. Her composed smile faltered slightly.

Wasn’t it mentioned that Nate wouldn’t be attending this negotiation on behalf of Brighton Group?

Nate caught her look immediately, his brows lifting in subtle amusement. A faint, knowing smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“Hello, Miss Holland.” The man leading the group offered a polished smile.

“Jeffrey Courtenay, representing Brighton Group.”

“Hello,” Corrine replied, her tone calm and measured as she gave a brief nod, gesturing for them to have a seat.

Jeffrey took his place directly across from her, his professional demeanor unwavering.

Nate, however, chose a seat at the far end of the table. He lounged with elegance, one leg crossed over the other, his elbow propped against the chair’s armrest. His long fingers rested lightly against his temple, and though he said nothing, his magnetic presence dominated the room.

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