The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 392

Chapter 392:

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A particular item caught her eye—a traditional crossbow showcased behind glass. Interest sparked in her gaze, and Corrine unlatched the cabinet, retrieved the crossbow, and effortlessly assembled its disassembled parts.

Her movements were smooth and practiced, each motion instinctive, as if embedded in her muscle memory from years of repetition.

The men in the room, still deep in discussion, faltered mid-sentence, their attention drawn to the scene unfolding before them. Their expressions shifted to astonishment. Without question, the woman Nate had chosen was far from ordinary.

Nate observed her, his gaze deepening with intrigue, a quiet, knowing smile curving his lips. Corrine was full of surprises.

Just then, Moses walked into the office with a folder—only to find himself staring down the barrel of the crossbow in Corrine’s hands.

“Shit!” he blurted, instinctively reaching for his lower back, only to realize he was unarmed. With no other choice, he threw his hands up in surrender.

Corrine arched a brow and lowered the weapon.

“My bad,” she said coolly. She had only been testing the scope, not expecting anyone to walk in at that exact moment.

The group of employees concluded their reports with practiced efficiency.

“Mr. Hopkins, we’ll take our leave if there’s nothing further.”

Nate acknowledged them with a subtle inclination of his head.

As the employees departed, their gazes lingered on Corrine, who sat examining the crossbow with remarkable composure. Her delicate hands traced the weapon’s contours as naturally as if she were handling a cherished keepsake. Their surprised expressions betrayed their thoughts—most women would shrink from such a device, yet she appeared thoroughly fascinated. Indeed, the companion of a powerful man proved herself extraordinary.

“What’s your purpose here?” Nate directed his question to Moses, who hastily retrieved the fallen folder from the floor. As Moses approached Nate’s desk, his attention was drawn to Corrine’s striking presence on the sofa.

Her pristine white suit complemented her dark hair, which had been elegantly arranged in a twisted bun, save for one rebellious strand that curved gracefully across her forehead. Every aspect of her bearing radiated refined sophistication.

Corrine shifted, crossing her legs with fluid grace while maintaining her practiced hold on the crossbow. Moses found himself mesmerized by this unexpected fusion of elegance and audacity. Yet something about her stirred a distant memory he couldn’t quite grasp.

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“Zack will be joining us shortly. Perhaps we could spend the evening together?” Moses suggested.

To his astonishment, Nate turned toward Corrine.

“Would you care to join us?”

Corrine lifted her gaze to meet Nate’s.

“I’d be delighted. My vacation affords me the time.”

Royal Fortune Entertainment Center stood as Lyhaton’s crown jewel of luxury. Its vast complex housed everything from a sophisticated casino to an opera house, cinema, shopping mall, and hotel—living up to its bold promise of “Fulfilling all your desires.”

Despite the city’s abundance of entertainment venues, Royal Fortune maintained its unrivaled appeal, especially after nightfall, when prestigious vehicles lined its entrance in a dazzling display of opulence.

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