The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 578

Chapter 578:

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“Not bad. After all these years, you still have it.”

“Of course.” Corrine lifted her chin, her expression one of quiet confidence.

“Do you even know who you’re dealing with?”

“A narcissist,” Jules muttered, giving her a look of mock disgust. Still, the amusement in his eyes softened the jab.

Corrine smirked, walking over to the resting area. She unscrewed her water bottle and took a slow sip.

“So, have you figured out where those people came from?”

“We are getting there.” Jules exhaled, his gaze darkening.

“They are definitely not from Lyhaton, and they were spotted near the cemetery.”

Corrine’s eyes sharpened in an instant. A cold flicker crossed them.

“So, they are after me.”

For a brief moment, an image flashed in her mind—unexpected yet vivid.

A striking face. Pale golden hair. Sharp, well-defined features. She recalled Nate mentioning the man’s name.

A man with the face of an angel… yet burdened with the name of Hell. How fascinating!

They moved swiftly under the cover of night. Instead of returning to Celtis Estate, Corrine made a detour to her apartment to grab a few things.

The moment she stepped out of her bedroom, something in the corner of her vision caught her attention—a faint movement on the balcony. Her pulse remained steady, but her eyes darkened with sharp awareness.

𝗟α𝗍𝖊𝓼𝓉 ςhαρ𝖙𝖊𝗋𝖘 g𝒶l𝗇𝓸v𝖾𝗅𝗌．ⅽ𝗈𝗆

The top floor of a thirty-story building.

No one could have climbed up. That meant only one thing—the intruder had come through the door.

Silent. Skilled. And familiar with breaking in.

Could it be the same person who had invaded her apartment last time? Whatever their reason for being here, Corrine kept her composure, pretending not to have noticed.

She picked up her things and strode toward the door, fingers brushing against the lock. Just then, a shadow lunged from the darkness, a firm grip closing around her shoulder.

Corrine reacted instantly. Her instincts took over as she dropped her belongings, seized the intruder’s wrist, and pivoted, driving her elbow straight for his throat.

The man had misjudged her, expecting an easy target.

His eyes widened in realization as he twisted his body, barely dodging the strike.

Now fully exposed, he made a split-second decision—no witnesses. A cold gleam flashed in the dim light as he drew a dagger and thrust it toward her with lethal precision.

Corrine’s expression did not change, but her body moved. She dropped low, the blade slicing just past her cheek.

The intruder adjusted, his wrist twisting as he redirected the dagger for another strike.

The icy edge grazed her neck, sharp steel whispering against her skin. Corrine exhaled slowly, lifting a hand to touch the warm trickle of blood. Her gaze turned ruthless.

Then, there was a crackle in the man’s earpiece. A voice—urgent.

“Nate’s on his way with backup. Retreat now!”

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