The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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To eliminate any future threats, they had already attempted to track his whereabouts.

No one had expected him to resurface so suddenly, and it seemed his escape had something to do with Andromache.

“Why are you here?” Ralph’s expression hardened as his eyes landed on Darrion. His brow creased slightly, a tinge of displeasure in his eyes.

Ralph had always upheld a ruthless philosophy among the Hopkins children: only the strongest deserved to survive.

Darrion had grown up under his watchful eye, a child with a keen mind and an instinct for strategy. But fate had not been kind. A tragic accident on his way home had left him permanently disabled, stripping him of any chance to take on great responsibilities.

Without hesitation, Presley tore the black tape from Darrion’s mouth.

Darrion turned his head and spat, his eyes burning with defiance as they locked onto Ralph. “You really are a miserable old man. You’d rather put your faith in an outsider than in your own daughter.”

The others might have been blind to Corrine’s schemes, but he had witnessed everything firsthand.

He had watched as she methodically dismantled Andromache’s stock transactions, maneuvering her step by step into an inescapable trap. The moment Andromache fell, Corrine had seamlessly stepped into the role of the helpless victim, deceiving everyone—including Nate.

“Darrion, do you remember the rules?” Bryant asked. His stern face held a trace of affection of a kind elder. “Why are you hesitating? Speak up.”

A bitter smirk tugged at Darrion’s lips. “I have nothing to say to you guys. Do whatever you want.”

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The day he learned of his parents’ deaths, he had sworn to make Nate pay with his life.

But his plan had failed, leaving him a hollow version of the man he once was.

And yet, there was one thing that still mattered—Andromache. He could never watch her suffer.

While the world mocked his misfortune after the car accident, Andromache had been the only one to stand by him, encouraging him.

When his family was stripped of everything, she had been there for him.

That kind of loyalty was something he would never forget.noveldrama

Darrion took a slow, measured breath. Behind his glasses, his eyes shone with quiet determination. “I was the one who did everything. Andromache had nothing to do with it.”

“We’ll determine the truth soon enough.” A deep, commanding voice echoed from the doorway.

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