The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1091:

It was just impossible.

Instead of reacting angrily, Jax chuckled. “You really remind me of an old friend.”

Corrine shrugged. “I guess I just have one of those faces.”

Jax gazed at her with a soft, approving look. “It’s been a long time since I’ve met someone with such raw talent.”

Jax took off a string of glass beads from his wrist and handed them to Corrine. “Here. This means you’ll always be welcomed by the Foster family.”

The crowd was taken aback.

This wasn’t just an invitation—it was a personal gesture of goodwill from the head of the Foster family.

Herbert, surprised by Jax’s unexpected kindness, couldn’t help but ask, “Nate, does your fiancée have some special connection?”

Everyone knew how proud and arrogant the Foster family head was.

On bad days, he wouldn’t even acknowledge his own family.

So, why was he showing such respect to Corrine?

Could it be that Jax had hidden intentions toward her?

Herbert glanced at Nate, whose face remained emotionless, revealing nothing.

Nate’s gaze stayed locked on Corrine, his eyes warm with something unspoken.

Corrine glanced down at the bracelet, which was engraved with the Foster family name. After a brief pause, she accepted it. “Thank you.”

Jax, seeing her accept the gift, smiled in satisfaction. “Could I know your name?”

After a moment of thought, Corrine replied, “My last name is Holland.”

Holland?

𝓞𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝓪𝓽 g𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝓮𝗅𝓈﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺

The name caught Jax off guard. He searched his memory and then turned to his assistant with a questioning look.

The assistant awkwardly shook his head.

There was no Holland family on the Independent Continent.

But this woman’s appearance seemed to fit the rumors that had been circulating recently.noveldrama

The assistant thought for a moment before quietly whispering to Jax, “Maybe this lady has ties to that man.” He quickly glanced in one direction.

Following his gaze, Jax saw Nate standing at the front of Room No. 1. Nate stood with one hand in his pocket, the other casually resting on the wooden railing. He radiated an effortless air of nobility.

Despite his years and experience, Jax couldn’t help but feel a new sense of respect and wariness toward Nate. He lowered his head slightly, a gesture of respect. His attendants followed suit, bowing in acknowledgment.

From his vantage point above, Nate glanced at Corrine but addressed Herbert. “Ten to one odds. Don’t forget to transfer the money to my account.”

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