The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 348

Chapter 348:

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His crew-cut subordinate couldn’t suppress a grin of malicious delight.

“Sir, whoever bought that tiara for one hundred billion surely walked into their own trap.”

Samira added in a low tone, “That’s the price of showing off.”

“Curious about who might be behind this?” the blond man asked.

After a brief exchange of looks, the man with the crew cut responded, “Do you have an idea?”

With a charming smile that enhanced his striking features, the blond man whispered a name.

“Nate Hopkins.”

At that revelation, a knowing smile touched Samira’s lips.

“Ah, so it’s him.” Nate’s financial resources made the supreme membership at Forreal seem trivial by comparison. Repeated encounters with Nate had previously gone in his favor, yet this time, they had engineered a scenario Nate couldn’t just brush off.

Corrine immediately recognized their scheme; it was clear Nate had as well. Yet, Nate’s participation suggested he had come prepared.

“Without appealing bait, how can we catch the fish?” Nate mused, smiling knowingly at Corrine with warmth in his eyes.

Corrine’s eyes widened momentarily.

“You were aware of their scheme from the start?”

“Of course,” Nate replied.

Locking eyes with him, Corrine’s gaze softened into a smile.

“Is it that the seasoned hunter sometimes pretends to be the prey?”

Rising, Nate adjusted the diamond cufflinks on his shirt.

“You flatter me, Miss Holland.”

Predictably, the auction where the tiara sold for one hundred billion to a supreme member became a sensation. This event sparked Rita’s curiosity.

𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Who could possibly make such an extravagant bid without a second thought? She couldn’t imagine possessing such wealth, fantasizing about marrying a man so wealthy. As this thought crossed her mind, a plan began to form in her heart.

“Oh, Leah, my stomach’s killing me; I need to hit the restroom. You and Bruce head on out,” Rita complained, clutching her abdomen and pretending to be in pain.

Leah noticed Rita’s exaggerated act but played along with concern.

“Should I come with you?”

“That’s very kind of you, but no. If you run into my brother, just tell him I had to leave.”

With that, she quickly walked away.

Rita dashed through the corridor toward the elevator, only to be stopped by security guards stationed at the entrance. Annoyed, she turned back, muttering, “These VIPs think they’re above everyone else!”

She then made her way to the restroom.

By some twist of fate, as she wandered back along the corridor, she stumbled upon a man she admired. He was on a call with his back to her, but his perfectly tailored suit accentuated his tall, dignified presence, exuding effortless elegance with every movement. His reflection shimmered on the glass wall of the corridor. The lighting highlighted his sharp features—a distant gaze, a refined nose, and a faint smile that hinted at something deeper.

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