The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1109:

“Then get ready to watch your best friend be blown to pieces.”

Darrion sneered, yanking off Karina’s jacket.

Strapped to her waist was a belt of explosives—enough to take out more than just one person.noveldrama

Darrion was fully prepared to drag everyone down with him.

Corrine scowled, her hands clenching into fists.

“A mutual demise might sound tempting, but that’s not a path I’d ever take.”

She took a slow, steady breath and stepped forward.

Mandy instantly grabbed her wrist.

“Miss Holland!”

The devastating power of the bomb was not to be underestimated. Approaching recklessly could spell certain death for Corrine if Darrion decided to press the switch.

Corrine cast a sideways glance at Mandy, offering her a reassuring look. Then, gently freeing her hand from Mandy’s grip, she walked toward Darrion, her steps deliberate and calm. Darrion was clutching the remote control tightly in his right hand.

“I knew Nate’s woman was clever,” he remarked with a scornful smile. Corrine’s poised and captivating presence ignited his imagination. Her stunningly beautiful face resembled a masterpiece painting, yet it was her flawless curves that drew the most attention.

Such a woman was a quintessential femme fatale.

If Nate were to perish by her hand, it would be a poetic end. After all, to die for such exquisite beauty would be a romantic fate. Corrine met Darrion’s gaze, her lips twisting into a cold, confident smile.

“I’ll let you set the terms, but spare me your fantasies,” she retorted. “Are you trying to play me?”

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Darrion narrowed his eyes, a vicious spark flickering within.

“Want to die together?” Corrine challenged, her eyes locked on the remote in his hand. “Go ahead, press it. If we die, we die together. My death means nothing. It would just leave Nate to his carefree existence in this world.” She paused, then added emphatically, “Your parents sacrificed everything to grant you freedom. They would be heartbroken to bury their child, knowing you squandered your life on failed revenge.”

Her words struck Darrion like daggers.

“Shut up!” he snapped, glaring at Corrine, his teeth clenched. His grip on the remote tightened, but his finger on the red button involuntarily relaxed.

He had contemplated death, but the thought of Nate continuing unscathed was unbearable.

In his moment of distraction, Corrine moved swiftly, attempting to wrest the remote from his grasp. But Darrion, sensing her intentions, fixed her with a sinister smile.

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