The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 338

Chapter 338:

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Leah’s suggestion presented the perfect opportunity for Rita’s reemergence. As anticipated, Bruce yielded to Leah’s proposal, and Farris found himself unable to object.

When Leah shared the news of the charity event, excitement kept Rita awake through the night. After two weeks of confinement, the walls had begun closing in. Finally, she could reclaim her place in society.

Evening descended upon the city, bathing it in artificial radiance at seven o’clock. The convention center, Lyhaton’s architectural crown jewel, stood resplendent beneath the shimmer of countless lights. In the plaza, the fountain performed its eternal dance, its waters twirling like an ethereal ballerina beneath the ever-changing illumination.

A silver Koenigsegg glided into the VIP lane with understated elegance. The driver’s door swung open as a commanding figure emerged, his confident strides carrying him to the passenger side.

A delicate hand extended outward, accepting his assistance as a woman gracefully emerged, her movements fluid despite her towering heels. Her white suit epitomized sophistication, emphasizing an innate elegance and composure. Though her companion exuded an overwhelming presence, she matched his energy effortlessly, creating an unexpectedly harmonious pair.

A uniformed middle-aged man approached moments later, addressing her with deference.

“Miss Holland.”

“Jacob, what a pleasure to see you.” Corrine extended the invitation with graceful poise.

Nate glanced at the black invitation, a knowing glint dancing in his eyes. After all, for the wealthiest family in Lyhaton, a top-tier Forreal membership hardly warranted mention.

Jacob reached for the invitation, casting a fleeting glance at Nate as his expression darkened. He lowered his gaze, masking his emotions as he murmured, “Thank you, Miss Holland. Please, step inside.”

Nate caught the subtle shift in Jacob’s expression, his lips curving into the faintest smile. He draped his arm naturally around Corrine’s waist as they entered, leaning close to whisper against her ear, “Being your chosen companion certainly comes with its challenges.”

The scrutinizing stares from onlookers had branded him clearly—just another fortune hunter living off a wealthy woman’s generosity. Corrine arched an eyebrow.

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“Having second thoughts?”

“Never,” he purred, his deep voice rich with seductive confidence.

“I’m determined to earn your heart.”

A subtle smile graced Corrine’s features as they made their way to the exclusive privileges afforded to top members—private chambers and superior amenities that distinguished them from regular patrons.

Corrine settled onto the plush sofa, lifting a delicate coffee cup to her lips while her gaze drifted absently toward the expansive electronic display before her.

Nearby, Nate reclined with casual sophistication, one leg crossed elegantly over the other as he propped his chin in his hand, leisurely perusing the auction catalog.

Though Forreal’s offerings comprised undeniable treasures, Nate’s interests lay elsewhere.

His presence served dual purposes—providing Corrine with respite while also seeking someone specific.

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