The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 581

Chapter 581:

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“You really outdid yourself this time.”

Nate had sent people to destroy his stronghold outright.

He had spent years building that stronghold, pouring blood and sweat into every inch of that island. And in the blink of an eye, it was gone. A storm gathered in his eyes, dark and violent, burned with fury.

But his rage was not loud—it was controlled, simmering just beneath the surface, deadly in its quiet intensity.

Without warning, he hurled the phone across the room, the device shattering against the floor. But that wasn’t enough. He reached into his sleeve, pulled out a dagger, and with a flick of his wrist, sent the blade plunging into the wreckage.

At that moment, the door creaked open. A figure stepped inside, hesitating only a fraction before speaking.

“Boss, Scorpion has returned.”

Hell’s expression didn’t shift.

“Send him in.”

At his command, Scorpion strode inside, his posture stiff, his head dipping in respect.

“Boss, sorry for the wait.”

Hell pulled a silver mirror from his pocket, lazily running a hand through his hair before flicking his gaze toward Scorpion.

“Did you bring what I asked for?”

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧: gαlոօѵɛʟs.ϲօʍ

His voice was calm—too calm. Like a frozen lake hiding something sinister beneath.

Scorpion stepped forward, extending his hand. In his palm lay a single strand of Corrine’s hair.

“Boss, this is what you asked for.”

Hell’s gaze dropped to the strand before flicking back up, scanning the fresh scars on Scorpion’s face. He took the strand of hair, his lips curling—not into a smirk, not into a frown—something in between. A look of amusement, laced with something cruel.

“Scorpion,” Hell mused, his voice almost light.

“Beaten by a woman?” He let the words linger in the air, his smirk deepening.

“You’re really outdoing yourself.” His tone was playful, but the underlying authority sent a chill through the room.

Hell had personally trained Scorpion; he knew the man’s skills better than anyone. And now, here Scorpion was, injured by a woman. How interesting!

“This was my mistake,” Scorpion admitted, dropping to one knee, his heart pounding against his ribs.

“Please, boss, give me another chance. I will personally take care of that woman.”

Hell twirled the strand of hair between his fingers, his eyes narrowing, sharp with calculation.

“That woman cannot die,” he said, his voice a quiet command.

Rumors painted Nate as ruthless, cold-blooded, untouchable. A man without weaknesses. But rumors, it seemed, had been wrong. Corrine was his Achilles’ heel. Hell was going to use her to tear Nate apart.

Besides, Corrine held the key to the secret Hell desperately wanted to uncover, and until he got the answer, he wouldn’t let her die.

It was late at night, and Corrine was nestled into Nate’s arms. She tilted her head to gaze up at the silent man, gently tapping his Adam’s apple with her fingertip.

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