The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 324

Chapter 324:

🍙 🍙 🍙 🍙 🍙

Catching Karina’s lingering stare, Corrine arched a brow.

“What is it?”

“We’re changing your outfit,” Karina declared, already revving the engine.

With its grand opening in full swing, Mystical Bar was packed, overflowing with energy. The dance floor was a blur of movement—bodies pressed together, drinks spilling, flirtations exchanged like an unspoken game between hunter and prey.

Upstairs, in a booth on the second floor, Moses lounged against the sofa, his gaze shifting to Nate, who sat in the dimmest corner.

“Nate, you still haven’t told me what the Ashton family did to piss you off.”

Mystical was one of Moses’ investments, and he had gone to great lengths to drag Nate here tonight. Yet, since arriving, Nate had barely spoken, his eyes fixed on his phone, as if waiting for something. His expression was unreadable—bored, detached, utterly indifferent to the chaos around him.

Moses nudged Zack beside him, smirking.

“Zack, don’t you think Nate looks downright lovesick right now?”

Zack glanced up at Nate, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.

“Did you invite Jules from the Ford family?” Zack asked, shifting the topic.

Moses responded with a noncommittal nod.

“Indeed, this city isn’t exactly our domain. Here in Lyhaton, the Ford family commands a certain influence.”

At the mention of the Ford family, a flicker of interest briefly sparked in Nate’s otherwise detached demeanor.

At that instant, Jules was escorted into their enclosure by the manager. His eyes flickered over Moses and Zack before settling on Nate. A subtle shift in his expression followed—something unreadable, a mix of emotions buried deep within.

The three men in front of him weren’t the kind you crossed lightly—especially Nate, who sat quietly in the corner.

Jules acknowledged each in turn.

“Greetings, Mr. Seymour, Mr. Liam.” Zack lifted his goblet in a silent toast before motioning for him to take a seat beside Moses.

𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 ⲅ𝓪𝓁𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈⧸𝓬𝓸𝓶

With measured grace, Jules approached and seated himself, though his glances were irresistibly drawn back to Nate. A vague sense of familiarity nagged at him, yet the exact memory eluded him. At that moment, Zack offered him a glass of wine.

Accepting it, Jules sipped his drink, his gaze inevitably wandering back to Nate. Nate reclined with ease, his slightly unbuttoned shirt revealing the defined lines of his collarbone, lending him an air of effortless allure and raw power. He exuded an overwhelming sense of control and charisma, demanding quiet reverence even in repose.

When Nate’s attention suddenly shifted toward him, Jules caught Nate’s cold stare and momentarily tensed.

However, he faced Nate’s intimidating look with unwavering boldness.

“That gentleman is Mr. Hopkins,” Zack said.

“Feel free to call him Nate.”

Realization dawned in Jules’ eyes.

Whether it was Zack, Moses, or Nate, each belonged to a sphere far removed from the ordinary—the Independent Continent.

It was vast and sprawling—not merely a city, but a large state composed of multiple cities. It held no allegiance to any nation or entity, nor to any global organization—it stood completely independent.

.

.

.