The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1016:

Ralph suddenly turned his attention to Corrine. His voice was casual, yet curious. “Do you play chess?”

Corrine hesitated for a brief moment before answering, “A little.”

Ralph let out a quiet chuckle. “You’re being humble.”

Setting his cup aside, he gestured toward the seat across from him.

“Would you do me the honor of a game?”

Corrine remained poised as she responded, “It would be my pleasure.” She took her seat with effortless grace, lifted a white piece between her fingers, and placed it on the board.noveldrama

Just then, Saul stepped in from outside. “Sir, everything has been delivered,” he announced.

Nate flicked a glance in Saul’s direction.

Without a word, he moved forward and unlatched several waiting cases.

Inside the cases lay an array of rare treasures—exquisite porcelain vases, a delicate oil painting, and a brilliant gemstone that caught the light.

Nate glanced at Ralph and said evenly, “Corrine prepared all of these for you.”

Ralph played his next move without hesitation. His strategy was aggressive, yet his expression gave nothing away. With a subtle, knowing tone, he remarked, “Miss Holland, you’re very considerate.”

Corrine met his gaze with quiet confidence. “Just a small gesture of goodwill for my first visit,” she said smoothly.

Despite Ralph’s sharp and relentless attacks, Corrine remained composed. She studied the board carefully and, with a decisive move, dismantled a key part of his strategy.

Ralph’s eyes flickered as he noticed her piece cutting off his advance.

A faint, unreadable smile played at his lips.

Lаtєst chαptєrs in g𝗮l𝗻ov𝗲ls.ｃοm

Even after spotting an opening in his play, she didn’t falter. Her approach was unapologetic, her tactics precise—far from the hesitance of an ordinary player.

As the game neared its climax, Ralph’s black pieces steadily lost ground. The butler, standing nearby, stepped forward to refill his cup. Just as he set it down, his hand trembled unexpectedly.

The cup slipped from the butler’s grasp, sending a splash of steaming water across the chessboard.

Ralph immediately understood the butler’s intention. Playing along, he furrowed his brows and let out a sharp remark. “You’ve ruined a perfectly good game!”

The butler lowered his head slightly. “It was my mistake,” he admitted.

Ralph waved a dismissive hand. “Enough, enough. Just clean it up quickly before our guest starts laughing at us.”

With a respectful nod, the butler replied, “Yes, sir.”

As the servants moved swiftly to tidy the mess, Ralph’s gaze drifted back to Corrine.

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