The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 452

Chapter 452:

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This shift would stem both from Nate’s evident regard for her and from gratitude for her timely intervention.

Corrine’s lips curled upward as she suggested, “I could have invoked the Ford family’s influence.”

“That would only breed resentment,” Nate countered softly.

“Even the Ford family’s considerable influence pales in comparison to genuine willingness.”

Power might compel or entice, but it could never supersede authentic dedication and loyalty.

From the very beginning, Nate had mapped out every possible move, anticipating the best course of action.

Corrine nestled against him, her radiant smile speaking volumes in its silence.

Nate’s hand drifted to her hair, his touch gentle.

“What’s behind that contemplative look?”

A soft sigh escaped her as she wrapped her arms around his waist, settling contentedly against his chest.

“How did fate smile so kindly upon me, bringing you into my life?”

Her mind drifted to Calan’s notorious difficulty. During her previous attempts to secure investment from him for Ashton Group, she had exhausted every possible approach. Later, when Meg fell ill, despite Corrine’s immediate response of rushing her to medical care, she found herself accused of manipulation and scheming.

The situation had deteriorated into harsh condemnation and unceremonious dismissal. Only Meg’s eventual awakening and testimony had cleared her name—no amount of personal explanation would have sufficed.

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Through it all, Bruce had remained conspicuously absent—offering neither support, understanding, nor guidance.

Nate represented everything Bruce wasn’t. He approached challenges with analytical calm, provided unwavering support, and served as her anchor through turbulent times. Such stark contrasts in behavior revealed the true nature of love.

“Finding you has been my greatest fortune,” Nate whispered, cradling her head as he bent to press a tender kiss to her lips.

Their intimate moment was interrupted by the shrill ring of a phone. Chelsea, gripped by concern over Corrine’s absence, had begun calling repeatedly.

Beside her, Callie observed with barely concealed irritation before finally snapping, “Aunt Chelsea, Corrine isn’t a toddler. Is this level of concern really necessary?”

“You know nothing,” Chelsea snapped, though relief flooded through her at the sight of Corrine’s figure in the doorway.

Her momentary comfort evaporated when she noticed Nate’s imposing presence close behind.

A conversation with Corrine about this development felt increasingly urgent. Chelsea couldn’t bear to see Corrine hurt again.

“Aunt Chelsea, are you familiar with that man?” Callie asked, her voice tinged with fascination as her gaze lingered on Nate’s commanding presence. Despite her obvious interest, her pride prevented her from displaying the same brazen behavior as Rita had earlier. Chelsea detected the dangerous undertone in Callie’s query.

Her usually gentle eyes hardened as she fixed Callie with a penetrating stare.

“Callie, abandon whatever schemes you’re contemplating. He’s far beyond your reach to trifle with.”

The warning was clear— even the collective influence of ten Hoffman families would prove insufficient protection against Nate’s retribution.

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