The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 565

Chapter 565:

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Nate’s eyes narrowed, his expression turning cold and calculating.

“What is it?”

“Hell’s erratic behavior recently? All an act,” Moses said, his tone grim.

“He’s been in Lyhaton the entire time.”

A shadow passed over Nate’s face. His expression hardened, a dangerous glint sparking in his eyes.

“Did you find any valuable leads?”

“You know how he operates. He’s cunning like a fox and just as ruthless as a wolf. He would never expose his plans easily,” Moses muttered, the faint sound of a cigarette lighting in the background.

“But I did find out he met with someone.”

Knowing that Nate’s patience was wearing thin, Moses didn’t dare keep him guessing for long.

After a brief pause, he revealed the answer.

“It was Jacob—one of Corrine’s trusted aides.”

The name hit like a cold blade. Nate remembered him.

The tiara auctioned at the Forreal auction had been from Jacob. Yet, without further information on him, Nate had refrained from making a move. Jacob had remained a shadow—until now.

Now, it seemed that shadow had crept too close to Corrine.

N𝑒w 𝒸h𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇s rєlєasєd 𝒶t g𝓐l𝓷ovєls.𝓬○𝓶

Nate’s fingers tapped a slow, thoughtful rhythm against his phone.

“Did you capture him?”

“No,” Moses answered flatly.

“Considering how much Corrine trusts him, moving recklessly could backfire. She let him handle the auction’s assets—that says a lot about his place in her life.”

Moses was no fool. He would not risk exposing their hand without absolute certainty.

A heavy silence stretched between them before Nate’s voice cut through, cold and sharp.

“Keep him under surveillance. I want to know everything—who he meets, what he says. Let us find out exactly what he is up to.”

After ending the call, Nate returned to the bedroom.

The moment he stepped inside, soft, muffled sobs reached his ears. Corrine, tangled in her dreams, whimpered quietly, her tears soaking into the pillow beneath her.

She lay curled into herself, trembling like a frightened child lost in the dark.

“Corrine… Corrine…” His voice broke through the silence, gentle yet firm, calling her back from whatever nightmare held her captive.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and her breathing hitched as she drifted toward wakefulness. Blurry eyes met his silhouette, and without hesitation, she reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck. The warmth of her body pressed against him, and the faint tremors still rippled through her frame.

With her face buried against his chest, her voice came out small, almost pleading.

“Nate… hold me tighter, please.”

He did not hesitate. Scooping her up effortlessly, he pulled her close, letting the steady strength of his embrace soothe her trembling form. Only when he felt her tension begin to ease did he lift her chin, tilting her face toward him.

Their gazes locked.

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