The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 244

Chapter 244:

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Upon hearing his words, Leah’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing with a calculating coldness, like a hunter poised for the kill.

Meanwhile, in the car, Nate observed Corrine with a mischievous gleam in his eye.

“A lady of refinement, aren’t you?”

Corrine detected the playful undertone in his remark. Her eyebrow arched, mischief sparkling in her clear eyes.

“Do you see a problem with that?”

Nate studied her face, his finger gently brushing her cheek, admiration glowing in his eyes.

“You’re always right in my book.”

He moved closer, his kiss tender yet commanding, as if staking his claim.

The driver caught a glimpse of them in the rearview mirror and quickly looked away, discreetly raising the privacy screen.

In the sealed-off cabin, a thick veil of intimacy enveloped them, dulling their senses.

The moment was on the brink of deepening when a sudden phone ring cut through the tension.

Nate dismissed the call with a swift tap, only for it to ring again relentlessly.

His patience wearing thin, Nate answered sharply, “This had better be urgent!”

Moses, feeling the iciness in Nate’s tone, hesitated before speaking.

“Our shipment’s been taken… Does that qualify as urgent?”

“What’s the situation?” Nate asked. His voice was calm, but the hidden intensity in his dark eyes was enough to send shivers down anyone’s spine.

“Usually, the waters are quiet around Trigold, yet today, our shipment was ambushed by an unexpected group.” That cargo was valued in the billions!

These were not just any goods, but critical supplies for their operations.

Nate’s expression darkened.

“Inform Zack. I’m on my way.”

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“Got it!” Moses replied.

“I’ll send some men to survey the area first.”

After the call ended, Nate turned his focus back to Corrine, who was sitting on his lap, facing him. Her lips, tender from their kisses, pouted slightly, and her eyes showed a hint of hesitance.

“Does this mean you’re heading out on business?”

Nate drew Corrine closer, planting soft kisses on her cheek and temple as he asked softly, “Will you join me?”

The appeal of his request resonated with Corrine, yet she opted for prudence, responding, “I’ll be here waiting for you to come back.”

“I find it hard to part from you,” Nate murmured, their foreheads touching and their breaths mixing as he tenderly held the back of her neck. The idea of being apart from Nate was equally daunting for Corrine.

Corrine had begun to harbor doubts after overhearing Nate’s conversation with the caller, and her disappointment surged when he confirmed his plans to go on a business trip.

Her fingertips brushed his lips lightly as she inquired gently, “How long will your absence be?”

“Not certain,” Nate answered, his expression clouded.

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