The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 576

Chapter 576:

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Corrine hesitated, torn between exhaustion and the need to stay. After a moment, she relented with a nod.

In the parking lot, Jules started the car.

“Where to?”

She stared out the windshield, her mind too cluttered to decide.

“Wherever you want.”

Work was out of the question—she was in no state for that. Maybe a drive would clear her thoughts.

The car surged forward like a silent bullet. Corrine rested her chin on her palm, lost in her own world.

But then, something caught her eye. In the rearview mirror, she spotted a black van trailing them at a distance. Unremarkable at first glance, yet something about it set off alarm bells in her mind. Her eyes narrowed. A chill prickled down her spine.

“Sit tight,” Jules’ voice sliced through the silence, low and firm.

He had also noticed the black van tailing them.

Corrine did not react, merely sinking deeper into her seat, her expression unreadable.

Jules pressed the gas, the car surging forward, but the black van was quick to match his speed, refusing to be shaken off. Through the rearview mirror, Corrine cast a glance at their shadow. A quiet chuckle slipped from her lips, laced with amusement.

“Your driving has gotten a little rusty.”

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 ⍰ 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀・𝖼𝗈𝗆

Jules scoffed, his eyes flicking to the mirror before locking back onto the road.

“Want to put that theory to the test?”

Corrine arched a brow, her smirk widening.

“Please. You’re not even in my league.”

Jules frowned.

“You do remember who taught you how to race, right?” She shot him a sideways glance, mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Exactly. The student always surpasses the teacher.”

A quiet chuckle broke through the tension in the car. She still had the energy to tease him, which meant her mood was noticeably lighter than it had been when they left the hospital.

Jules exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel.

“Hold on. Let me remind you why I’m the one who gave the lessons.”

With that, he slammed the accelerator. The car weaved effortlessly through traffic, cutting clean lines between vehicles like a blade through silk.

Then, without warning, the sky opened up. Raindrops pelted the windshield, streaking down the glass in frantic rivulets.

The slick roads forced their pursuer to hesitate, its tires skidding slightly before slowing down.

Corrine spared the van one last glance in the mirror before losing interest.

Then, her phone rang.

Noticing Nate’s name flashing on the screen, Corrine leaned against the window and answered.

She had barely brought the phone to her ear when his voice cut through, sharp and clipped.

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