The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 999:

“What are you doing?” His voice was deep and smooth, carrying a natural charm.

Corrine placed the medicine back into the box and replied casually,

“Just lying around in my room. Nothing exciting.”

He murmured something under his breath. She didn’t quite catch it. A beat later, his voice came through again, clearer this time.

“Want to come with me?”

Corrine sat up at once, her boredom vanishing in an instant. She hurried to the window and peered outside.

Neatly trimmed hedges and pristine gardens stretched before her. But the one person she was hoping to see was nowhere in sight.

“Wait… are you here?”

“I’m waiting for you outside.”

A short sentence. Simple. Yet, to Corrine, it was impossibly tempting. She ended the call, threw on fresh clothes, and rushed to the door.noveldrama

Just as she reached for the handle, something clicked in her mind. She spun around, grabbed the box from her dresser, and hurried out again.

Jules spotted her rushing past and frowned slightly. “Are you heading out?”

Corrine lifted a finger to her lips, signaling for silence.

She then thrust the box into his hands. “This is for you. Have Eaton analyze the medicine.”

Jules flipped open the lid with his slender fingers. The light blue liquid inside caught his attention, and his expression darkened with thought.

“Where did you get this?”

“Someone sent it,” she answered briskly, already turning away.

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Without another glance, Corrine strode off.

The moment she stepped outside the Ford estate, her eyes landed on a sleek black Rolls-Royce idling by the curb. Matias stood by the car, his posture straight and composed, clearly waiting for her.

As she approached, he moved without hesitation, pulling the door open. “Miss Holland.”

Corrine gave a small nod before slipping inside.

Across from her, Nate calmly shut a file and reached out toward her. Without thinking, she leaned into his embrace. His arm wrapped around her waist, but the moment his fingers brushed against her lower back, a sharp jolt of pain made her flinch.

Nate’s gaze sharpened. “What is it?” Concern laced his voice.

Corrine softened her expression and offered a light smile. “Nothing. Just twisted it a little.”

The last failed treatment had left her with dark bruises across her waist and abdomen. The medication’s side effects had been harsher than expected.

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