The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Moses and Zack arrived a little late to the scene. They walked past the subdued men in black with indifference and joined Nate and Corrine.

Corrine was still tightly embraced by Nate, her face nestled in his chest.

“I can hardly breathe…” she murmured, struggling slightly. Her voice carried a playful softness.

Nate took a deep breath to calm himself before gently loosening his hold. His eyes lingered on her, restraining the urge to kiss her as he moved her behind him. He then straightened his back and approached Darrion.

Without hesitation, he delivered a fierce kick to Darrion’s chest. Darrion was hurled back over ten feet, crashing into a car wheel. The impact forced him to cough repeatedly, the taste of blood in his mouth.

“Could you not have just stayed quietly in your wheelchair?” Moses mocked, glancing down at Darrion disdainfully. “How dare you show up in such a pathetic condition?”

Meanwhile, Darrion was racked with coughs, his face flushed red. Clutching his chest in pain, he tried to prop himself up with one hand but collapsed back to the ground. All he could do was shoot a venomous glare at Moses.

Seeing Darrion’s weakened state, Moses scoffed and stepped over him with sheer contempt.

This act was utterly humiliating for Darrion. His hand balled into a fist, his gaze burning with fury as it trailed after Moses and finally fixed on Nate.

Moses’ eyes flickered with surprise when he noticed Karina lurking in the shadows. His brow furrowed slightly. “What are you doing here?”

“I…” Karina’s voice trembled, raw with emotion. Tears cascaded down her cheeks, uncontrollable and relentless, as though a dam had finally burst.

The bottled-up emotion spilled forth in a flood.

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Moses never knew how to handle a woman’s tears—they made him uneasy, like standing on thin ice.

As he watched Karina sob like a lost child, his heart tightened, an invisible hand squeezing his chest. He instinctively stepped forward.

“Stay back!” Karina stumbled backward in a panic. “There are explosives strapped to me!”

“I know,” Moses’ voice held a quiet resignation as he advanced, steady and deliberate. “I can see it clearly.” The explosives were impossible to miss. Worse still, the timer blinked mercilessly: three minutes to detonation.

“Who did this?” Moses’ voice dropped, low and dangerous, as he examined the maze of wires. His eyes darkened, a brewing storm.

Karina said nothing, but her eyes—brimming with bitterness—settled on Darrion.

Moses followed her gaze, his expression hardening. He let a curse slip under his breath.noveldrama

“Let me handle this,” Corrine said calmly, stepping up beside Moses.

Moses blinked in surprise. When he saw Corrine rolling up her sleeves, his voice came quickly. “No need. I’ll handle it.”

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