The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Zack laughed, his look piercing. “Is this really logic speaking?” he asked. “Or are you just masking your jealousy?”

Rosalie’s heart fluttered. Her lashes quivered before she averted her eyes to her nails.

“It’d be odd not to admire someone as remarkable as Nate,” she confessed. With a defiant snort, she added, “But that doesn’t mean I’m targeting Corrine. That’s unrelated.”

While Rosalie did feel jealous, she wasn’t one for petty schemes. She was acutely aware that even as Zack’s sister, crossing the line would lead to Nate’s merciless response.

“For your sake, I hope that’s true,” Zack responded, his voice softening slightly.

“It is.” Rosalie lifted her chin, her posture defiant.

Zack regarded her silently.

As Rosalie had said, a man of Nate’s caliber was sure to draw admiration from women. It wasn’t surprising.

But Nate had made his choice. And that meant one thing: Corrine was off-limits. Not even Rosalie could change that.

As Rosalie’s brother, Zack had said his piece. The next move was hers. Hopefully, she wouldn’t commit an irrevocable mistake.

The entertainment club sparkled brilliantly under the night sky. Corrine walked into the restaurant with Nate, Moses, and the Liam siblings.

It was on the 32nd floor, offering a breathtaking view of the bustling cityscape.

Moses, the covert owner, had reserved the entire venue for the evening, not just for privacy but to deter any uninvited interlopers.noveldrama

“Sir, should we have the chefs get ready?” A uniformed waiter approached Moses respectfully.

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Moses checked his watch and nodded. “Start the preparations,” he instructed.

He then pushed the menu toward Corrine and said, “Have a look. Does anything catch your eye?”

“I’m not picky,” Corrine responded.

Beside her, Nate filled a glass with water and handed it to her. “Not picky?” he whispered, leaning in.

Corrine sipped her water slowly, her wide-eyed gaze fixed on Nate. She looked so innocent, almost as if to say, “I don’t know what you mean.”

Nate watched her, amusement flickering in his eyes. His dark gaze gleamed with something close to affection.

Corrine continued drinking, fully aware of his scrutiny. She didn’t need to meet his gaze to feel it.

His stare was intense, almost searing. It was impossible to ignore. Lowering her glass, she reached for her fork, taking a bite of the cake in front of her, savoring its rich texture and perfect sweetness. Without thinking, she cut another piece and lifted it to Nate’s lips.

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