The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 250 The Center Of

Attention

Nate had never expected to run into Corrine there. His eyes narrowed, a cold glint flashing through them as he studied her.

Corrine wore a spaghetti-strap dress that accentuated her toned limbs, her delicate collarbone drawing the eye.

The fishtail hem skimmed over her long, slender legs, while the fitted fabric hugged her waist, emphasizing her perfect curves.

With that stunning ensemble paired with her captivating face, she effortlessly became the center of attention, the gaze of every man in the room lingering on her.

Nate caught the predatory looks directed at her, his dark eyes turning even more unreadable. His brows knitted together, his expression growing colder, as if frost had

settled over his face.

An unshakable dominance radiated from him, his presence alone enough to commandnoveldrama

attention.

Feeling nervous, Corrine spun around without a word, grabbed Karina's wrist, and

bolted.

"Hey! What-What are you doing?" Karina gasped, nearly stumbling as she was dragged through the crowd. "We just got here! Why are you trying to leave already?"

Before she could finish, two men dressed in black stepped in front of them, blocking

their escape.

Karina's playful expression vanished, her gaze hardening in an instant. "What do you

want?"

The men remained impassive as one of them spoke. "Miss Holland, my boss requests

your presence."

Corrine's throat went dry. So there was no avoiding this after all.

She inhaled deeply before turning to Karina. “Can you get home on your own?"

Karina gave a small nod, but just as Corrine moved to let go, she tightened her grip. "Where are you going?"

"To see a friend," Corrine answered.

Under the night sky, Lyhaton glittered like a radiant pearl, signaling the start of a dazzling nightlife.

The parking lot overflowed with luxury cars, yet the black Rolls-Royce stood apart, commanding attention, much like its owner.

He exuded an innate authority, a presence meant to be admired and obeyed.

The men in black escorted Corrine to the car, one of them pulling the door open before gesturing inside. "Miss Holland, please."

Corrine hesitated, her gaze drifting toward the open door.

Inside, Nate lounged comfortably, his long fingers deftly unfastening his diamond

cufflinks as he rolled up his sleeves.

The dim lighting cast sharp shadows over his chiseled features, deepening the mystery

that surrounded him.

His eyes remained lowered, his expression unreadable.

Corrine swallowed hard, willing herself to step into the car.

A tense silence settled between them before she forced an awkward smile. "What

coincidence..."

The second the words left her mouth, she bit her tongue, regretting them instantly. What a pathetic opening line.

Nate's gaze lifted at the sound of her voice, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips. "Quite the coincidence indeed."

Corrine lowered her eyes, chewing on her bottom lip.

She had no idea how much Nate had witnessed, nor could she think of an explanation that wouldn't sound like an excuse. A gnawing sense of unease clawed at her, making

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her feel as though she'd been caught red-handed.

"Swift movement forward leaves no room for sorrow-only fresh romance," His deep, glacial voice scraped against her heart like sandpaper, sending a chill through her veins.

Corrine said nothing.

Even with the noise in the bar, Nate had caught every word.

The weight of his presence closed in, his towering frame casting an inescapable shadow

over her.

Corrine looked up, locking eyes with him, and her breath hitched.

His gaze was an abyss, dark and consuming, offering no escape. A faint, dangerous smirk played at his lips, the kind that promised consequences.