The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 330

Chapter 330:

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“Sure.”

Later, back at her place, reaching out to Karina gave Corrine a peculiar, fluttery feeling. It was like introducing a boyfriend to her parents—filled with both anticipation and anxiety.

At the same time, Karina was thoroughly enjoying her evening until her phone rang. She retreated to the restroom to talk.

“Hey, Corrine, what’s going on?”

“Can you make lunch tomorrow? I’d like you to meet my boyfriend properly.”

“Okay,” Karina responded distractedly, continuing with her makeup. But as Corrine’s words registered, she paused, her actions halting as she accidentally snapped her lipstick.

“Hold on, what? Who am I meeting?”

Corrine reiterated calmly yet urgently, “My boyfriend.”

Taken aback, Karina paused, speechless for a moment. Anxious that Corrine might reconsider, she quickly replied, “Absolutely! Send me the details, and I’ll be there.”

“I’ll text you the specifics later on WhatsApp.”

After ending the call, Karina exited the restroom, only to collide with someone unexpectedly.

Karina’s handbag hit the floor with a thud, its contents spilling out.

“Sorry,” the man said, promptly beginning to gather her scattered items.

“Don’t worry about it,” Karina replied as she took the items from his hands. When she lifted her gaze to the man who helped her, Karina’s heartbeat quickened, and her mind went blank.

“Miss? Miss?” A nearby waiter, noticing her phone’s incessant buzzing, tried to draw her attention.

Yet, Karina was unresponsive, her focus entirely consumed by the man from earlier.

She suddenly spun on her heel, her attention fixed solely on the men’s restroom door. On a sudden impulse, Karina charged into the men’s restroom.

“What the hell!”

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“What is a woman doing in here?”

“Damn! Is this not the men’s room?”

As various shouts rang out, men hurriedly adjusted their attire and exited swiftly. Karina, however, paid no mind to the uproar, her eyes intensely focused on Moses’ profile.

When Moses turned to face her, emotions surged within Karina. Her bitterness rose, and tears clouded her vision.

“Hey, are you okay?” Moses asked, concerned by her swift change from joy to sorrow. He narrowed his eyes, half-wondering if she was an old flame seeking retribution.

As she collected herself, Karina forced a shaky smile.

“I’m fine.” Turning away, her tears cascaded, ruining her makeup.

The realization hit her hard—she hadn’t moved on from him.

Karina’s enthusiasm for the game faded in an instant. She pulled out her phone and called for a driver. Under the glow of a streetlamp, she watched as a group exited a restaurant across the street.

Her gaze locked on Bruce, who leaned heavily on his assistant for support. Once the others had dispersed, Bruce made his way to a nearby trash can, where he began retching painfully.

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