The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 239

Chapter 239:

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The intensity of the moment made Corrine’s heart race uncontrollably, her fingers curling reflexively.

She glanced at him, her smile now playful, and asked, “Mr. Hopkins, are you trying to recommend yourself to me?”

“Would you accept?”

Corrine’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

“I’ll think about it.”

Standing by the door, Zack overheard their conversation, feeling like an unwanted observer. What really threw him off, though, was Nate’s attitude toward Corrine. In Zack’s mind, Nate had never been the patient type. He had little tolerance for things that didn’t pique his interest, let alone the idea of humbling himself to charm a woman.

Zack turned and walked away, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. As he entered the hall of the club, he spotted Jules, who was getting ready to make a call. Zack’s gaze flickered as he approached, his voice low but friendly.

“Jules.”

Jules glanced up and saw Zack walking toward him, offering a smile in return.

“Zack, it’s been a while.”

“Too long,” Zack said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette.

“How about a drink?”

Jules hesitated, eyeing the cigarette, then looked back at Zack. Zack raised an eyebrow, teasing, “Not available now?”

“I’m free,” Jules replied with a nod.

As they made their way out, Zack pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message to Nate.

“I’ve taken Jules away. Today’s bet is settled.”

When Nate read the message, his smile grew even wider. He reached for Corrine’s hand and said, “Gourmet Spot?”

“Sure,” she replied, her voice smooth.

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At Gourmet Spot, Leah had nearly drained her savings to hush the reporters. She had escaped trouble, but her father, Corey Burgess, wasn’t so lucky. This year, a sudden crackdown on tax evasion had ensnared the Burgess family, making them a prime example of the crackdown.

The Burgess family was well-known in Lyhaton. Despite their expended energy and resources over the years, they had managed to build valuable connections. They had even gotten close to people in key departments.

In the past, whenever there had been the slightest hint of trouble, Corey could’ve prepared in advance. But this time, both Leah and her father were caught completely off guard.

Leah looked across the table at the man seated before her, Kason Collins, her eyes pleading for a solution.

“Mr. Collins, we’re alone here. Can you just give me a direct answer? Is there any way to fix my father’s situation?”

Kason’s long-standing debt to the Burgess family had manifested in years of quiet assistance, a silent guardian watching over their interests. Now, faced with Leah’s distress, he set his utensils down with deliberate care, dabbing his mouth before meeting her gaze.

“Leah, this situation blindsided everyone. The notification arrived mere minutes before your father’s detainment. The details remain frustratingly opaque.”

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