The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 362

Chapter 362:

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“You have our full support,” Millard said, patting him on the shoulder.

“Your grandfather sees great potential in you. That’s why he entrusted you with our family’s legacy, right?”

Bruce responded with a distracted nod.

Noticing his son’s weariness, Millard suggested, “It’s late. Why don’t you get some sleep?”

“Okay,” Bruce replied.

As Millard walked away, Bruce hesitated before calling out, “Dad, has Grandpa said anything about Corrine recently?”

Millard was visibly surprised.

“Corrine? Is there something I should know?” Millard clearly remembered the last time Corrine made an outrageous demand, leaving a bad impression. Just hearing her name now made him uneasy.

Bruce offered a strained smile.

“Nothing important. I’m just tired. Good night, Dad.”

He then made his way upstairs.

Bruce had once believed he could easily manage Corrine. Yet, the evening’s events had deeply unsettled him.

Leaning against the window, he smoked in silence for a long time before calling a private investigator.

“I need details on Corrine Holland. The more thorough, the better.”

Corrine arrived back at her apartment and quickly took a shower, planning to speak with Nate. He initiated the call before she could.

Nate’s face, both captivating and commanding, held a striking charm with its sharp features and deep, mysterious eyes that seemed to hide countless secrets. His smile, radiant like moonlight reflecting on water, was effortlessly charming. Yet, when his smile faded, his face took on a distant, starlike quality, both remote and intriguing. It was a face that could easily make someone fall in love at first sight.

“Still up?” they both asked at the same moment.

A brief pause ensued, during which Corrine found herself smiling unwittingly. Then, after a moment of quiet, Nate’s voice, warm and inviting, filled the silence.

“I’ve been thinking about you.”

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Corrine snuggled deeper into her blanket, her smile fading as she noticed the weariness in his eyes.

“You’re tired; you should sleep.”

“Don’t you miss me?”

“Less than you might think,” she replied playfully, keeping her true feelings hidden.

“After all, it hasn’t even been a full day since we last saw each other.”

“I thought about you only once today,” Nate said, “but it lasted the entire day.” His words, casual yet intense, sent a thrill through her.

“How am I supposed to handle your flattery?” she whispered.

Nate’s lips curled into a knowing smile.

“This isn’t mere flattery. These are sincere words from my heart.”

Caught off guard, Corrine was left speechless by his declaration.

In the ensuing silence, a distant plea for mercy was audible from Nate’s background.

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