The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 525

Chapter 525:

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“Before you, life felt predictable—ordinary. But with you, I wake up excited for tomorrow. I dream of a future. I want to be with you, always and forever.”

Nate held her gaze before leaning in, pressing a tender kiss against her lips.

“We’ll always be together. No matter what happens, I’ll stay by your side for the rest of my life.”

There was no doubt in his mind anymore. No other woman had ever unraveled him the way Corrine did. She was the only one who made him willing to give everything—his life, his future—without hesitation. It should have been an impossible thought. And yet, it was the most real thing he had ever known.

After leaving Brighton Group, Corrine drove straight to Waldo’s law firm.

“Well, well, well. To what do I owe the pleasure today?” Waldo set down the document in his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Want something to drink?”

“Have the Ford family and the Hopkins family had any dealings with each other in the past twenty years?” Corrine asked abruptly.

Waldo’s brows furrowed slightly.

“The Hopkins family?”

“Independent Continent. The Hopkins family,” Corrine clarified.

“Never heard of them.” Waldo studied her with a calm, steady gaze.

“Why the sudden interest?”

Corrine didn’t answer. She propped her chin on one hand, her stare unfocused as she drifted into thought.

𝗧𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺

Noticing her distracted expression, Waldo stood up and walked over to sit beside her.

“Corrine, talk to your uncle. Did something happen?”

Corrine observed him for a moment. Her gut told her that he was just as in the dark about this arrangement as she was.

After hesitating for a long moment, she finally recounted everything.

“So, it’s about that.” Waldo’s reaction was oddly indifferent, as if this wasn’t completely unexpected.

His response caught Corrine’s attention. Maybe he knew more than he was letting on.

“That arrangement… I remember Carl mentioning it once, but we never took it seriously at the time,” Waldo admitted.

“Your mom once said the other party owed her a great debt. She didn’t bring it up before she passed because she didn’t want you carrying the burden.” He paused for a moment before adding, “But the Hopkins family from Independent Continent… They’re not exactly known for their good fortune. If you ask me, you’d be better off calling off this arrangement.”

Waldo’s explanation answered some of Corrine’s doubts, but it didn’t get to the heart of the matter. Corrine still couldn’t piece together how the Ford family in Lyhaton had become entangled with the Hopkins family from Independent Continent.

And how had this arrangement even come about?

If what Waldo said was true—that the Hopkins family owed her mother a great debt—then had her mother once had ties with someone from Independent Continent?

One question after another spun through her mind like a tangled ball of yarn she couldn’t unravel, leaving her restless and on edge.

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