The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 236

Chapter 236:

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On the track, Corrine surrendered herself to the familiar rhythm of racing, pushing her speed to ever-greater heights. Her skills bore Jules’ distinctive imprint—countless nights spent racing mountain roads during their time abroad had honed her abilities to razor-sharpness.

Today, whether from the extended break from racing or her turbulent emotions, she drove with reckless abandon, her speed climbing to dangerous levels. The wind’s fierce howl filled her ears, bringing with it an intoxicating rush of pure, unbridled freedom.

Jules tracked her progress from behind, astonished by her wild performance. Corrine’s driving bordered on suicidal intensity.

As they entered the final lap, her dark purple Lykan screamed across the finish line, claiming an unmistakable victory. She guided her vehicle to a stop near the finish line, sinking back into her seat to catch her breath as the adrenaline surge swept away her accumulated frustrations.

As she stepped out, letting her hair cascade freely, a uniformed staff member approached.

“Miss Holland, Mr. Hopkins requests your presence.” The unexpected news of Nate’s presence caught her off guard.

Composing herself, she nodded briefly.

“Please wait while I change.”

“Of course.”

In the changing room, fragments of animated conversation drifted to her ears. A group of women huddled together, their voices charged with excitement.

“Did you see that man in the VIP suite? Absolutely gorgeous!”

“Right? When I delivered drinks, I couldn’t help staring. That face, that physique—he puts movie stars to shame!”

“The manager called him Mr. Hopkins and practically groveled. He must be seriously important.”

“Someone like him probably has his pick of women. He’s definitely not the type to notice ordinary girls.”

“Well, what’s one more admirer in the mix?”

M0re detailz at g𝒶l𝓷ovels.𝓬𝓸𝓶

Their chatter devolved into schemes for catching Nate’s attention— orchestrated accidents involving spilled drinks, feigned injuries, and manufactured chance encounters.

Corrine found herself caught between irritation and amusement at their plots to pursue her man, the situation taking on an almost comical quality. Her reflection in the mirror nearly prompted a laugh.

Following the staff member to the suite, she encountered one of the women from the changing room, now impeccably groomed and approaching Nate. Her voice was honeyed with intention.

“Mr. Hopkins, allow me to refresh your drink.”

“Get out!” Nate’s command cracked through the air like ice, his tone razor-sharp and brutally cold.

“Mr. Hopkins, I just—”

Impatience darkened his features as his piercing gaze cut through her.

“I say, get out!” he snarled, his words dropping the temperature in the suite several degrees.

The woman recoiled, clearly unprepared for such an arctic dismissal. Realizing her miscalculation, she hastily gathered her belongings and fled, almost colliding with Corrine in her rush to escape.

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