The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1096:

Herbert arched an eyebrow, his attention flickering toward the watch Moses was absently toying with. His expression darkened slightly. “Since when did you develop such terrible taste?”

“It’s a limited edition,” Zack said meaningfully.

As they spoke, Corrine and Nate entered the garden. Throughout the discussion, Corrine had remained largely silent, an observer rather than a participant. Her eyes were lowered, indifferent to the conversation.

Just then, Presley approached, leaned in, and whispered something to Nate. “Sir, news from the Hopkins family home. They’ve arranged a family dinner—and specifically extended an invitation to you and Miss Holland.”

At those words, a subtle shift passed through the group. All eyes turned to Nate. His gaze remained impassive as he gave a curt response.

Once Presley departed, Moses was the first to break the silence. “Nate, you’re not seriously considering taking Corrine there, are you?” The Hopkins family estate wasn’t just an ancestral home—it was a battlefield wrapped in silk and etiquette. This so-called family dinner was nothing more than a well-laid trap. No matter how capable Corrine was, stepping into that den prematurely was a gamble they could not afford.

In the Hopkins household, threats weren’t eliminated outright—they were dismantled piece by piece, quietly, methodically.

Corrine, who had been quiet all this time, suddenly spoke. “And why shouldn’t we go?”

She straightened her posture, a glint of interest flashing in her eyes. “This is the perfect opportunity to make my presence known.”

A heavy silence settled over the group. A flicker of disdain crossed Herbert’s face.

Reckless. That was the only word that came to mind. Corrine wasn’t just walking into the lion’s den—she was practically waving a red flag in front of it.

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The Hopkins family wasn’t a house of nobles; it was a court of predators. To march in now, without a strategy, was nothing short of a death wish.

“Corrine, listen…” Moses began, his voice low and careful. But Nate cut him off, his tone leaving no room for argument. “If you want to go, we’ll go. I’ll deal with whatever comes.”

Moses stifled a groan, swallowing his protest. Damn! They had both lost their minds! The words burned in his throat, but Zack’s hand on his arm stopped him. There was no point in arguing. They knew Nate too well. Once his mind was set, no force on earth could move him.

Thirty minutes later, Corrine re-emerged, dressed to kill—but not in the way one might expect. She wore a sharp, striped two-piece suit tailored to perfection, cinching her waist just right. Black wide-legged trousers flowed with each step, striking a careful balance between elegance and authority.

Her long, silky hair was pinned up neatly, a few deliberate strands falling to frame her face like the brushstrokes of an artist’s final touch.

“Ready to go,” she announced as she stepped out of the walk-in closet, exuding quiet confidence.

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