The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1104:

At her words, Corrine instinctively turned to look back. Nate still stood at the gate, unmoving. Though the distance between them grew, she could clearly sense the worry etched into his expression.

She exhaled softly, her lips curving into a faint, knowing smile. Since arriving here, Nate had been constantly on edge—always watching, always anticipating an unseen threat.

As the vehicle disappeared into the distance, Nate’s expression turned cold. Without another word, he pivoted and strode back inside, heading straight for the conference hall.

Meanwhile, Vulture and Hawk hurriedly packed their gear, preparing to depart. Just as they were about to leave, a call from Corrine made them pause. Hawk, a blade of grass between his teeth, gazed at the fading sunlight and muttered, “Funny. Before I met her, I didn’t care much. But after meeting her, I suddenly don’t feel like leaving.”

Memories surfaced—the moments they had survived together weighed unexpectedly on his mind.

“Now that we know where she is, she won’t slip away again,” Vulture remarked, checking the time on his phone. “With Lone Ranger’s tracker, even if she vanishes off the grid, I can still find her.”

As he spoke, a new message from Lone Ranger appeared on his screen. Tapping the image attachment, Vulture enlarged the photo.

It was a blurred side profile. Even with the distortion, the resemblance was undeniable—it was Corrine.

Or rather… a woman who looked eerily like her.

“Who is she?” Vulture murmured, eyes narrowing.

“Let me have a look.” Hawk spat out the grass and leaned closer, studying the image. “That is Corrine, isn’t it?”

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A second later, he frowned. “Wait—no. It’s close, but not quite. Who the hell is she?”

“How should I know?” Vulture shot him an exasperated look, already planning to ask Corrine as soon as she arrived. Another glance at the time made his brows knit together. She was already late. “She should’ve been here by now,” he muttered.

“Relax. Women always have a dozen things to sort out before they leave,” Hawk stretched lazily.

But twenty minutes passed, and still, no sign of Corrine. A nagging unease crept into Vulture’s gut.

Corrine wasn’t the type to break her word. If she said she would see them off, she would be here—unless something had gone wrong.

Without wasting another second, Vulture pulled out his phone and dialed her number. The call connected, but instead of her voice, a mechanical message played: “Sorry, the subscriber you dialed cannot be connected at the moment…”

As Vulture absorbed those words, an uneasy feeling gnawed at him. “Call Corrine. Right now!”

Hawk caught the tension in Vulture’s face. His usual carefree attitude vanished. Without hesitation, he grabbed his phone and dialed Corrine.

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