The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 713

Chapter 713:

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“And others…” He paused, his expression turning grave.

“They’re from the Elder Council.”

It was no surprise to Saul that the Elder Council had its eyes on Lyhaton. It was inevitable, given Nate’s extended stay in the town for Corrine.

For years, the Elder Council had attempted to manipulate Nate through arranged marriages to undermine his authority. Now that they knew about Corrine, Saul figured they wouldn’t back off easily.

Nate’s face turned to stone, his eyes glinting with a dangerous chill that promised trouble. Saul’s pulse quickened. He could already picture the fates of the people sent by the Elder Council.

“If they can’t stay in line, teach them a lesson they won’t forget,” Nate’s low, icy voice cut through the silence.

His tone was flat, almost bored. However, the quiet arrogance beneath it sent a shiver down Saul’s spine.

Saul’s eyes widened slightly before he quickly masked his reaction.

“Yes, sir,” he responded.

As he turned to leave, Nate’s voice stopped him.

“Take a team and keep her safe and off the radar,” Nate commanded. Saul froze for a beat before snapping to attention.

“Understood,” he said with a curt nod.

It wasn’t that Saul was overreacting. Until now, he had been Nate’s shadow, always guarding him. But now, being ordered to protect Corrine instead confirmed how much she mattered to Nate.

𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝒑𝓮𝓻𝒎𝒊𝓼𝓼𝒊𝓸𝓷 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 g𝓪l𝗇ov𝒆𝗅𝓈.𝓬om

Forty minutes later, the rich aroma of freshly prepared food filled the dining room as Corrine set down the last of the dishes. She slipped off her apron, smoothing out the creases in her dress before making her way upstairs to call Nate for dinner.

The door to his study was slightly ajar, and through the narrow opening, she could make out his silhouette, faintly illuminated by the light from the computer screen.

He was sitting in his chair—shoulders squared, posture composed, his attention locked onto the computer screen.

Corrine lingered for a moment, watching him in silence before gently pushing the door open.

The soft creak caught his attention. Lifting his gaze, Nate’s steely demeanor melted ever so slightly, his eyes softening the moment they landed on her.

“What brings you up here?” he asked, setting aside the papers in his hand as he quickly rose and approached her.

Corrine’s lips curled into a subtle smile.

“It’s just a small injury, nothing serious. I can still walk, you know.”

Nate’s lips twitched into a smirk. Without a word, he bent down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead—a brief, reverent touch.

“Give me a moment,” he murmured against her skin.

“Take your time, there’s no rush.”

Meanwhile, on the other end of the screen, the participants in Nate’s video conference were frozen in stunned silence.

Mr. Hopkins… had a woman?

For years, rumors had swirled—some claimed he had no interest in women at all, others speculated he had some health issues. But in mere seconds, those whispers had been obliterated.

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