The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1117:noveldrama

Nate’s dark eyes locked onto Corrine’s, unblinking, as he bent closer, his lips grazing her ear as he softly murmured, “I was terrified when my fiancée vanished without warning.”

His deep voice held a subtle charm that made Corrine’s heart race.

Her fingers twitched slightly, but she played it cool. “And?”

“Am I not making myself clear?” Nate raised an eyebrow, his hold on her waist tightening, showing he wasn’t about to back down.

Corrine blinked, her innocent eyes seeming to convey that she didn’t understand what he meant.

Nate’s gaze sharpened as he drew her closer, their bodies touching. He bent down once more, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered, “I need some personal therapy.”

His warm breath tickled her temple, ruffling the strands of hair by her ear.

His voice, deep and magnetic, sent a chill through her body. Corrine lifted her gaze, locking eyes with the man’s dark, enigmatic stare. Her heart began to race for reasons she couldn’t explain.

As an adult, she knew exactly what Nate meant.

She lowered her eyes, cleared her throat, and gently nudged him away. “I’m going to the kitchen to grab something for Karina.”

With that, she smoothly slipped from his arms and rushed off without a glance back.

Nate watched her leave, a sly smile playing on his lips, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

She could try to run, but he would always find her.

Downstairs, in the living room, Zack lounged on the sofa, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette dangling from his fingers, his arm resting lazily on the armrest. “Since we’re friends now, how about we trade some information?”

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The Red Flame was famous for their sharp skills in gathering intelligence. Sharing info with them could make future missions a lot easier.

Vulture glanced over at Zack when he heard the suggestion. Sharing intelligence?

No surprise—Zack was always one step ahead, just like Nate.

Though annoyed, Vulture kept his cool.

He held a green apple in his hand, his brow furrowed as he considered Zack’s suggestion.

“I can give you a better deal,” Vulture replied.

Zack raised an eyebrow. “How much of a discount are we talking about?”

Vulture thought for a moment, took a bite of his apple, and said seriously, “Fifteen percent off.”

Moses’s face shifted slightly. He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “Since Corrine is definitely marrying Nate, that makes you guys practically our allies. To help her feel at ease with us down the road, don’t you think you should give us a better deal?”

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