The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 413

Chapter 413:

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Were the Ashton family completely delusional?

Three years of loyalty, and they still thought she was an easy target?

Making Rita kneel and bark like a dog was just a small punishment. If they kept pushing her, they’d learn just how badly they’d miscalculated.

Nate approached Corrine, wrapping his fingers gently around her cold ones.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” Corrine shook her head, then lifted her gaze to meet his.

Pressing her lips together, she spoke softly.

“It was the Ashton family.”

Nate’s brow creased slightly.

“Do we really need to keep them around?”

His tone was casual, but the underlying chill was unmistakable.

With his power and influence, wiping out the Ashton family would be effortless.

“You’re overqualified for that.”

“It’s an honor to be at your service.”

Corrine’s lips curved into a faint smile, her voice carrying a calm warmth.

“Someone like you should be at the top, under the brightest lights. You shouldn’t waste your time or energy on things that don’t deserve it.”

Nate arched an eyebrow and gave her cheek a light pinch.

“You make it sound noble, but I think you’re just trying to push me away.”

“You’re my trump card. I only play my strongest hand when it really counts. The small fries? I can handle them myself.”

Her words, though flattering, didn’t feel disingenuous.

For a moment, Nate found himself at a loss for how to respond.

Maybe it was time to ask Moses for some advice—how exactly did a man make a woman rely on him?

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“Why don’t you rest in my room for a bit?”

A simple invitation, but it fueled Corrine’s imagination.

A soft blush crept across her cheeks.

Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she fidgeted slightly, trying to shake off the sudden awkwardness.

But before she could react, Nate suddenly bent down and swept her off the ground.

“Nate!” Corrine gasped, instinctively clutching his neck.

Her startled cry echoed through the quiet garden.

Flustered, she buried her face against the crook of his neck, her eyes burning with frustration.

“Put me down! What if someone sees us?”

“Let them.” Nate’s tone remained steady.

“You’re mine. My future wife. There’s nothing to hide.”

His voice was calm as ever, yet it sent Corrine’s pulse into a frenzy.

Without hesitation, Nate carried her straight to his room.

Lying beside him on the bed, Corrine felt completely out of place, her face burning all the way to her ears.

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