The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 352

Chapter 352:

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“You’re casually gifting me something worth 100 billion?”

“Don’t you like it?” Nate turned to meet her gaze.

Warmth bloomed in Corrine’s heart as her lips curved upward.

“Don’t you consider it wasteful?”

Amusement danced in Nate’s eyes.

“If it brings you joy, it’s priceless.”

He had never before comprehended the impulse to spend a fortune merely to witness a beloved’s smile, but now understanding dawned. And the feeling proved intoxicating.

“There’s a situation ahead, Mr. Hopkins,” Matias said, his tone tinged with a cool gravity from the front passenger seat.

Nate’s indifferent eyes rose to meet the road ahead. There, beside a red Lamborghini, stood a man casually leaning against the window.

A breeze ruffled a strand of hair across his forehead, highlighting his remarkably attractive features. The depth in his amber eyes lent a somber air to his otherwise striking appearance. With a dazzling smile, he made a playful gun gesture to his head, his arrogance clear and taunting.

Unfazed, Nate’s gaze remained intensely on the man, his thoughts inscrutable. Corrine observed the blond man’s handsome features. It was a face that rivaled Nate’s in attractiveness. While Nate’s appearance was ruggedly detached, the blond man’s softer features suggested a character out of a romantic tale. Her gaze lingered briefly before she abruptly asked, “The fish?”

This man was likely the one Nate had been searching for tonight, the very person who had taken advantage of the situation to set a trap. With a slight grin, Nate replied, “Brilliant as always, my love.”

Corrine’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she returned his smile with a radiant one of her own.

“Are you frightened?”

Corrine’s sharp wit and insight had been crucial in pulling Ashton Group back from financial ruin and securing its place in the market over the past three years.

“Your intelligence never ceases to impress,” Nate said, drawing her close and softly kissing her, his hand tenderly cradling her chin.

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“I’ve truly found a treasure.”

Fortune had favored them since Bruce had overlooked her.

Her eyelashes fluttered gently as she embraced Nate tightly, nestling into his neck, breathing in his fresh, earthy fragrance, and murmuring, “As have I.” As they slowly…

As they passed the red Lamborghini, the window rolled up, and the blond man’s gaze shifted, as if he sensed their presence. His cold, hostile gaze felt like sharp daggers, stabbing straight into Corrine’s eyes.

With a slight frown, her eyes took on a subtle chill as she boldly returned his stare. The man seemed to be amused by her resilience, a sly grin creeping across his face.

“Sir?” inquired the crew-cut man, tracing his leader’s intense focus, only to notice Nate’s car gliding past them with superior speed.

Distractedly fiddling with the bone ring, the blond man instructed, “Find out who that woman is.”

“A woman?” Samira’s voice tinged with excitement, sensing a hint of gossip in the air. Nate, renowned for his lack of interest in women, was often the subject of whispers about his preferences for men. In the past, Samira had attempted to charm Nate, but her efforts had been in vain.

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