The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 510

Chapter 510:

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“So, should I be looking forward to it?”

His response was immediate.

“Without a doubt.”

She tilted her head slightly.

“Do you have time this afternoon?”

“Are you planning something?” he asked, intrigued.

She nodded.

“It’s been so long since I’ve been here. I thought I’d take a walk around.”

After leaving the hotel, Nate learned something new—Corrine had spent her high school years in Pinetree City.

She also told him about Natasha and Jolene, the friends she had made here.

They strolled through the streets, eventually stopping by her old high school before entering a cozy local restaurant for a meal.

Just as they walked in, a voice called out from behind.

“Corrine!”

The sweet, familiar sound sent a shock through her system.

Every buried emotion, every locked-away memory came crashing down at once, like an avalanche she had no way of outrunning.

For a split second, her mind went blank. Then came the cold.

𝓕𝓲𝓻𝓼𝓽 𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓸𝓪𝓭: gⲁⳑ𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⍰𝓬𝓸𝓶

It wasn’t just a chill—it was the kind of icy dread that seeped into her bones, that wrapped itself around her lungs and refused to let go.

Her hands trembled involuntarily.

Nate sensed her distress immediately and tightened his grip on her hand.

“Are you feeling okay?”

Corrine emerged slowly from her frozen state, staring at him before nodding slightly. She pressed forward, refusing to look back.

Clarissa Holland watched Corrine’s retreating form and moved to follow, but her mother, Nicola Holland, seized her arm.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“You’re mistaken.”

Nicola saw through her daughter’s intentions and steered her toward a private room, muttering,

“So many years have passed, and she might have died long ago. And don’t forget the scandal she caused back in high school…”

Nate caught Nicola’s words as he entered the private room.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, a lethal glint crystallizing in their depths.

For Corrine, the meal turned to ash in her mouth.

“I’m going to the restroom,” she said.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

Corrine shook her head and departed.

The moment she crossed the restroom threshold, regret flooded her consciousness, but retreat was no longer possible.

“Corrine, my dear sister, I knew it was you.”

Clarissa tucked away her lipstick, her sweet, innocent smile masking something darker as she regarded Corrine.

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