The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 596

Chapter 596:

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Corrine shot him a faintly amused look.

“If I drink any more, I’ll burst at the seams.”

Matias chuckled, wisely choosing not to press further.

Taking out her phone, Corrine checked her messages. Karina had sent her an update.

“Willa is very pleased with the design. I’ve already assigned someone to start production.”

Corrine replied promptly, “Make sure to focus on the materials during production. Don’t let the elegance and flow get lost. Let me know if any issues pop up.”

Karina’s response was swift.

“Got it.”

Corrine exited the chat, tapping her phone thoughtfully before switching out of WhatsApp. She dialed Nate’s number once more. The phone rang endlessly, the silence stretching on before it was abruptly disconnected.

Corrine frowned and reopened WhatsApp, sending Nate a message.

“Waiting for you. My patience is down to 1%.”

She added a sarcastic smiley emoji to drive the point home.

Barely three seconds later, her phone rang, the sound piercing the air.

Corrine took a steadying breath, forcing down the surge of irritation. With a swipe of her finger, she answered the call.

“Well, well, our esteemed Mr. Hopkins finally…”

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“Has time to pick up the phone?” On the other end, Nate chuckled lowly.

“Impatient, huh?”

Corrine rolled her eyes.

“What do you think?”

She could hear the sound of firm, deliberate footsteps echoing from the hallway, drawing closer to the door. A moment later, the lounge door swung open, and Nate stepped inside, phone in hand. His gaze landed on her, reading her irritation like an open book.

“Upset?”

“If you were the one left waiting for over half an hour with no explanation, would you be happy?” Corrine shot back, her arms tightly crossed over her chest.

She had thought he was still upset about yesterday’s incident and had come here with good intentions, hoping to smooth things over. Yet, she was now the one who was upset.

“If you are too busy and don’t have the time, I’ll just leave. I won’t bother you anymore.” She pushed herself up from the couch and strode toward the door.

She barely made it two steps before a firm grip encircled her waist. In one swift motion, Nate pulled her back against his chest, his hold unyielding.

Caught off guard, Corrine stumbled into him, the scent of women’s perfume invading her senses. Her palms flattened against his chest as she attempted to push away, but he did not budge.

“Don’t move,” he murmured, his voice low yet threaded with something dangerously tender.

Her brow furrowed, irritation flashing in her eyes as she glared up at him.

She had always been curious who would win in a physical confrontation between them. Now, she had her answer.

Against Nate, she was utterly powerless.

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