The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1033:

As Corrine pondered, Lone Ranger sent another list.

It was the Hopkins family tree.

The Hopkins family was vast and intricate, stretching from the main branch to the side ones.

Ralph and Evelyn had five sons and one daughter.

Their daughter was Andromache, and just earlier, Lone Ranger had mentioned that the black bar covering the name was unusually long.

Could it be Andromache?

Suddenly, a tall figure cast a shadow over her.

Before she could look up, she recognized a familiar, cool scent. Nate stood behind her chair, leaning in close. “What are you thinking about?”

His warm breath brushed her ear, making her hair move slightly and causing her to pull her neck back.

“I just got the owner details for the Mercedes-Benz G63 6X6.”noveldrama

She handed the phone to Nate.

He glanced at it. “That fast?”

Presley’s team was conducting a meticulous investigation into the matter. But Corrine had already found the car owner details.

“I had a friend make some casual inquiries,” Corrine said, her eyes flickering faintly.

At this, Nate arched an eyebrow. “You never cease to exceed expectations,” he murmured, his thin lips curling into a half but meaningful smile.

His fingers brushed against her earlobe, the rough pads kneading softly as his deep, magnetic voice whispered into her ear, “How should I return such a huge favor?”

The warmth of his touch against the sensitive skin behind her ear made Corrine tense instinctively.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 @ gⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿ⅽ𝗼𝗺

“It was just a small favor. There’s no need for repayment,” she responded.

Nate chuckled. “I can’t just let it go at that.”

“If you really want to thank me, Mr. Hopkins, just make sure to keep me safe,” Corrine swatted his hand away, her tone half-joking. “After all, I’m new here, and the Independent Continent isn’t as peaceful as Lyhaton.”

She deliberately repeated what Rosalie had said earlier.

Corrine had never been the type to forgive easily. She could be narrow-minded and vengeful when necessary.

She had quickly picked up on the hostility in Rosalie’s words. As such, there was no need to pretend to be kind or understanding.

Nate’s gaze lingered on her, filled with indulgence and amusement. “Why are you letting the words of irrelevant people bother you?” he asked, tilting her chin up before pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

“Irrelevant people?” Corrine smirked.

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