The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 199

Chapter 199:

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Her suspicions about Corrine deepened with each passing moment. Why else would anyone drive to such a forsaken place unless they had something sinister to hide?

When she finally spotted Corrine’s parked vehicle ahead, Leah hesitated before stepping out, phone clutched in her trembling hands. She crept forward, ready to document whatever dark secrets she might uncover.

Meanwhile, Corrine had already located the kidnappers’ makeshift hideout within one of the unfinished buildings. Inside, an odd pair—one corpulent, one rail-thin—huddled over a small iron pot of boiling noodles.

The thin man stirred the pot listlessly.

“Think she’ll really bring fifty million to the dock?”

His companion cast a doubtful glance at their bound captive.

“For this old man? Unlikely.”

“Boss is asking too much. Might scare her off completely.” Donnelly’s eyes welled with tears at the sight of Corrine. Bound hand and foot with black tape sealing his mouth, he writhed helplessly on the ground, managing only muffled sounds.

“Shut it!” The fat kidnapper delivered a sharp kick, but as he turned, he froze at the sight of Corrine.

“Who—who are you?”

Without a word, Corrine strode past him and carefully peeled the tape from Donnelly’s mouth. He worked his jaw briefly before craning his neck toward the entrance.

“You came alone?”

“The police might have made them desperate,” Corrine explained quietly.

Donnelly gaped at her recklessness.

“What’s happening here?” she asked, nodding toward his captors.

Nervousness flickered across Donnelly’s features.

“I was investigating that gem. They claimed to have information, so I followed them, and…”

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He caught Corrine’s knowing look and sighed.

“After we raided Brevard Ferguson’s hideout three years ago, he vanished. I posted a reward, hoping to catch him off guard. Instead, I walked right into their trap.”

Their casual conversation enraged the kidnappers. The thin man drew a concealed blade, running his fingers along its edge.

“Hey! Stop ignoring us!”

“Those two…” Donnelly murmured to Corrine, “they sold the counterfeit gem.”

Corrine studied the armed man through narrowed eyes.

The thin man spat sideways, malice glinting in his gaze.

“Enough nonsense. Surrender now, or my knife won’t show mercy!”

“Harm me,” Corrine replied, her voice carrying a glacial warning, “and you won’t live to regret it.”

The thin man’s laughter held no humor.

“You had your chance for the easy way. Don’t blame me for what comes next!”

With that, he launched himself at Corrine, blade flashing in the dim light.

The knife sliced through the air, streaking straight for Corrine.

“Move!” Donnelly’s expression hardened in an instant, his pupils shrinking with alarm.

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