The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1011:

Corrine noticed and flashed a knowing smile. The treatment they received clearly showed how powerful the Hopkins family was on the Independent Continent.

During the ride, Corrine quietly rested her head on Nate’s shoulder, gazing out the window as the world rushed by.

The towering skyscrapers, lit up with neon signs, gave off a futuristic feel. The streets were alive with luxury cars, and even the rarest sports cars seemed to be a dime a dozen here.

As it neared eleven o’clock, the convoy of Rolls-Royces smoothly made its way up the hillside to the Grand Palace.

The entire area, with its grand buildings, sparkled under the lights, resembling a shining pearl set against the hillside—a sight of true elegance and grandeur.

Presley stepped forward and opened the car door with a bow of respect. Corrine stepped out, taking in the surroundings. Her eyes caught sight of another building nearby, but it lacked the same brilliance and majesty as the Grand Palace in front of her.

Seeing where Corrine’s eyes were, Presley quickly spoke up. “That’s the Elder Council building. It’s better for you to keep your distance, Miss Holland.”

His tone was gentle, without any hint of ill intent—just a friendly warning.

The Elder Council was eager to meet her, and getting too close now would be like walking right into a trap.

Corrine turned her gaze away and made her way slowly toward the steps.

Inside, she was welcomed by a large fountain made entirely of white marble.

Presley watched her go, then turned to Nate and asked respectfully, “Mr. Hopkins, what time should I pick you up tomorrow morning?”

Nate adjusted his cuff and replied casually, “Nine o’clock.”

“Understood, sir.”

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As Nate walked away, Presley finally let out a breath of relief. But his eyes quickly drifted back to Corrine.

What would the people back at the Hopkins family estate think if they knew Nate had returned with a woman? And it was Corrine, no less—the one they all despised.

Just then, Saul came up and slapped Presley on the shoulder. “Quit sighing. After all these years, it’s about time things changed around here.”

“You don’t get it!” Presley snapped, glaring at him. “The cabinet meeting is coming up, and we don’t know how many people are keeping an eye on us.”

If something went wrong now, they could lose everything. Presley sighed again, the weight of it all heavy on his mind.

Meanwhile, Corrine was inside the lavish living room, taking in her surroundings.

The crystal chandelier above bathed the room in bright light. The paintings on the walls and champagne-colored furniture gave the space an air of opulence.

Her gaze then landed on an oil painting by the staircase. She raised an eyebrow and, almost without thinking, stepped closer, her hand reaching out to touch it.

“An absolute gem from the Baroque era,” she muttered to herself. “A prime example of the golden age of floral still life. It’s rare to see one privately owned, yet here it is, hanging like an afterthought. What a waste of such a masterpiece.”

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