The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1151:

All eyes turned toward the entrance as another group of uniformed officers strode in.

Their leader stepped forward and held up his badge and an arrest warrant. “Mr. Darrion Hopkins, we have received reports implicating you in both kidnapping and murder. We ask that you cooperate with our investigation.” Then, his eyes flicked to Ralph. “What are your thoughts on this?”

Ralph didn’t hesitate. With an indifferent wave of his hand, he gave his silent approval.

Taking the cue, the leader turned to the two men flanking him. “Take him away,” he barked.

As the officers took Darrion away, Corrine suddenly asked, “Could I have a word with him in private?”

The officers paused for a moment.

They exchanged quick glances, then turned to their leader.

The leader appeared unsure and instinctively looked over at Nate.

The Hopkins family held the most power on the Independent Continent, and no one dared to challenge them. Nate gave a small, approving nod.

The leading officer spoke quickly. “Please, go ahead.”

They didn’t know who Corrine was, but seeing how close she was to Nate earlier, it was easy to assume she was the stunning woman people had whispered about—rumored to have been brought back by him.

Corrine nodded and walked toward Darrion.

The onlookers outside the room had been watching her from afar. As she stepped out, they got a closer look at her.

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The woman was stunning. Her charm was undeniable. She had striking eyes—both cold and captivating—and a faint smile that carried a sharp edge. Next to Elva, the heiress of the Quinn family, Corrine seemed to have the advantage.noveldrama

The sunlight hit her face perfectly, highlighting her flawless skin.

Her cool, breathtaking beauty caught everyone’s attention. Yet, in the crowd, Jax narrowed his eyes. His gaze was intense, as if he saw something else in her.

Corrine noticed Jax staring but chose not to engage with him at that moment. She approached Darrion, a small smile tugging at her lips, though her eyes remained distant. “Mr. Darrion Hopkins, I’m not sure when we’ll meet again after today, so there are a few things I think we should discuss.”

“What do you want?” Darrion asked, watching her carefully, a hint of wariness in his gaze.

He had always thought of Corrine as just another beautiful face. But after seeing how she trapped Andromache, putting her in her current predicament, he began to see Corrine as more unpredictable. Fear slowly started creeping in. It was a natural fear, the kind that surfaces when faced with a strong enemy or a dangerous threat.

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