The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 186

Chapter 186:

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“Of course, it’s you,” Nate answered, his tone unwavering.

“If not now, then eventually.”

As they approached, Tanya spotted Corrine and paused, momentarily stunned, before offering a respectful nod.

“Hello, Miss Holland.”

“Hello.” Corrine gave a subtle nod in return, her gaze meeting Tanya’s for a brief moment. She could feel the heat of Nate’s hand still wrapped around hers. Trying to shake off the warmth that flooded her, she gently tugged her hand free and hurried ahead, eager to be the first inside the house.

Once in the guest room, she hung up her coat, stretched her shoulders and neck, and began to prepare for a bath.

As she opened the wardrobe, she was taken aback to find it neatly stocked with clothes—each item still bearing its tags and reflecting the latest styles. They were all perfectly suited to her taste.

A wave of warmth surged through her chest, filling her with an unexpected sense of comfort.

Clutching a new set of clothes, she made her way toward the bathroom. In the study, Nate lounged on a leather sofa, his features sharp under the dim lighting, an air of cold authority emanating from him.

“Find out who dares to act so recklessly,” he ordered, his voice laced with menace, causing a shiver to run through Matias on the other end of the phone. Though aware Nate couldn’t see him, Matias kept his posture straight and respectful.

“Yes, sir.”

Corrine stepped out of the bathroom to find her phone buzzing persistently on the table.

When she answered, Jules’ worried voice filled her ear.

“I’ve been worried sick! You finally picked up!” Relief colored his words, though Corrine remained puzzled by his concern.

“What happened?” she asked, continuing to dry her hair.

“I went to Waldo’s apartment and couldn’t find you. When you didn’t answer my calls, I feared something had happened.” Jules paused briefly.

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“By the way, I left some groceries in your fridge.”

Corrine shifted the conversation.

“Could you look into a black car for me? Last digits 256.”

The line went quiet save for the rapid tapping of keys. Finally, Jules responded, “It’s running on fake plates. According to records, that vehicle should have been scrapped.”

He hesitated.

“Why are you investigating this?”

A cold expression settled on Corrine’s features.

“Keep watching Donnelly for now.”

“Are you concerned those people knew what happened between you and the Ashton family?” Jules probed.

Surprise flickered across Corrine’s face.

“You know about that?”

“I avoid the Ashtons’ drama,” Jules replied, his voice tinged with contempt.

“But I heard about Leah’s foolishness. She tried returning a fake antique, threatening to destroy the shop without a refund. Did she really expect them to let that slide?”

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