The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 234

Chapter 234:

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“Alright.”

Once Carl closed his eyes, Corrine quickly grabbed her phone, fingers flying over the screen in search of answers from Jules. But all she received in return was a single warning.

“Stay away from that man!”

Corrine stared at the message, her brow furrowing as a deep, unsettling curiosity began to churn within her.

Even after she returned to the Ford mansion, the questions continued to swirl in her mind, unanswered and persistent.

Lying in bed, the tension coiling in her chest, she hesitated before finally pressing the dial button on Nate’s number.

“You heartless woman, finally decided to call me.” Nate’s deep voice, rich with its usual magnetism, added an unexpected warmth to the cold line.

Corrine felt a flutter in her chest at the sound, but quickly cleared her throat, redirecting the conversation.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.” Nate’s voice was steady, without hesitation.

Corrine twirled a loose strand of hair around her finger, the action almost absent-minded as she spoke.

“What’s the connection between you and the Ford family? Why haven’t you ever mentioned it?”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, the silence thick before Nate responded, “Hasn’t anyone from the Ford family told you?”

“No,” Corrine replied, her voice steady, yet carrying a quiet edge of impatience.

“And it seems my grandfather isn’t planning to tell me either.”

Otherwise, Carl wouldn’t have used fatigue as an excuse to avoid her today.

“If Mr. Ford doesn’t want to tell you, he must have his reasons.”

Nate’s voice was smooth and measured, though there was an edge of something unreadable beneath it. He didn’t know Carl’s true intentions, but he wasn’t about to disturb the delicate balance that had been established.

Lɒtєѕτ чhɒρτєrѕ ιn gɑl𝑛οvєlѕ.сo𝓂

Corrine’s keen intuition picked up on the calculated evasiveness in Nate’s words. His reluctance to volunteer information hung heavy in the air, leaving a bitter taste of frustration settling deep within her heart. The sensation of being deliberately kept in the dark while others seemed privy to secrets gnawed at her consciousness.

After ending the call, she sprawled across her bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling’s blank canvas.

The sudden crash of the door jolting open startled her upright, revealing Jules striding into the room. Her words tumbled out before she could stop them.

“What brings you here?”

Jules settled into a chair with casual grace.

“How about we clear that troubled mind of yours with an outing?”

Corrine studied him, her irritation seeking an escape valve. After a moment’s consideration, she ventured, “Our usual routine?”

“Sure,” Jules affirmed.

As they stepped into the hallway, Carl emerged from his bedroom, his scrutinizing gaze traveling over Corrine’s attire before landing disapprovingly on Jules.

“Taking Corrine out for another adventure, are you?”

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