The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 531

Chapter 531:

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The words lingered in her mind longer than she expected. It struck her then—since they had been together, they had never actually gone on a proper date.

After a brief pause, she typed her response.

“Alright.”

As the evening approached, Corrine returned to her apartment, intent on changing into something special.

But the moment she stepped inside, a chill ran down her spine.

Something was off. She was not alone.

Corrine’s breath hitched. For a moment, she thought she was imagining things.

Then, a sound came from the bedroom.

A shiver ran up her spine, cold and piercing. Her blood turned to ice, her body locking up as dread coiled deep in her gut. Panic threatened to take hold, but she gritted her teeth, steeling her nerves. Her fingers trembled as she yanked open the shoe cabinet, wrapping her hand around the baseball bat she had stashed there for emergencies. Taking a slow, measured breath, she crept toward the bedroom, every step deliberate, her senses razor-sharp.

Then her phone rang, slicing through the silence like a blade. The screen lit up with Nate’s name.

“You are not at the office?” His deep voice carried through the speaker.

“No.” Corrine barely registered her own reply, her gaze locked onto the bedroom door. Her steps, once determined, faltered, shifting from pursuit to retreat.

She had been prepared to confront whoever was inside, but Nate’s call jolted her back to reality. What was she thinking? Facing an intruder alone? That was not bravery—it was reckless.

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Survival instinct kicked in. In a dangerous situation, the first thought should never be confrontation—it should be escape.

“Wait for me a minute,” she said, forcing steadiness into her voice.

“I will be right down. Yes, very soon.”

Without another second of hesitation, she grabbed her things and bolted.

As soon as she stepped into the hallway, she broke into a run, slamming the elevator button repeatedly.

“Nate—” Her voice came out shaky, her breath uneven.

“Someone broke into my apartment!” She barely noticed the tremor in her own words.

Across town, Nate stood in a flower shop, his fingers brushing over a bouquet of roses. But the moment he heard Corrine’s voice, his entire demeanor shifted. His expression darkened, the warmth in his eyes vanishing, replaced by cold, hard resolve.

“Go to a crowded place right now. Do not stay alone. I will find you.”

The call ended, and he was already moving. Sliding into his car, he slammed the door shut and floored the gas pedal.

A thirty-minute drive? Not this evening. Not when Corrine was in danger.

His jaw tightened as the needle on the speedometer climbed higher. A cold unease gnawed at him, sharp and relentless. His grip on the steering wheel turned to iron as he pushed the car faster, weaving through traffic with single-minded focus.

Ten minutes later, Nate arrived, and Corrine had already contacted the police. They combed through the apartment, checking every corner, every possible point of entry. Yet, despite the thorough search, nothing was missing. Without tangible proof of a crime, the authorities had no choice but to leave without launching a formal investigation.

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