The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 503

Chapter 503:

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Back then, it was Corrine who had pulled Ashton Group from the brink of collapse—her influence undeniable.

Call it confidence or arrogance, but the truth remained—Ashton Group was no match for Ford Group.

Anyone with half a mind would know which side to take. And Calan, a man who had built his fortune on sharp instincts, was no fool. He studied her in silence for a long moment before finally rising to his feet.

“Miss Holland, I look forward to working with you.”

“Let’s make it a success.”

Corrine’s handshake was firm, her confidence unwavering.

Stepping out of the study, she headed straight for Nate.

“Let’s go.”

Nate didn’t need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he draped an arm around her shoulders and steered her forward, his grip sure and possessive, not bothering with a single word.

Corrine barely had a chance to bid Chelsea goodbye.

With Nate’s hurried steps, it felt as though he were fleeing from some monster in the Cooper estate.

As he ushered her into the car, she shot him a playful yet exasperated glance.

“You’re making me look impolite.”

“My woman doesn’t need to care about others’ opinion,” Nate declared without hesitation.

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Corrine smirked, amusement dancing in her eyes.

“Childish.”

“You already know I’m childish, yet you still have the nerve to captivate others so openly?”

Corrine arched a brow, her lips curving into a slow, knowing smile.

“You know, Zeke wasn’t entirely wrong. Maybe I really should give other men a chance.”

Nate’s expression darkened, but instead of snapping, he tilted his head slightly, smirking in that dangerously mischievous way of his.

“Then I’ll just have to eliminate every last rival.”

“Now that’s what I call overbearing.”

“If I were truly overbearing,” Nate murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her chin, his voice teasing yet laced with something far more possessive,

“I’d have broken your legs and kept you locked by my side.”

A shiver ran down Corrine’s spine, the weight of his words lingering in the air between them.

Corrine’s gaze lingered on Nate’s face, the space between them barely an inch.

His sharp brows and the playful glint in his dark eyes made him impossibly alluring—dangerous, yet charming in a way that clashed with his usual cold demeanor.

Her brow twitched slightly.

Was she getting too drawn to him?

Because instead of fear, there was a strange thrill coursing through her at the weight of his words.

Just then, the sharp ringing of her phone shattered the tension like a slap of cold air.

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