The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1042:

His excitement grew with each word, but Moses and Zack exchanged knowing glances.

At first, they had assumed Corrine had picked up some self-defense skills, likely influenced by Jules’ military background.

Now, that assumption seemed laughable. Her capabilities didn’t just measure up to Jules’—they might even surpass his.

But Rosalie had other thoughts. She lit a cigarette, took a slow drag, and exhaled lazily. “So, you’re telling me the president of the military academy has sent her multiple invitations?”

Such words were likely misleading, especially when jealousy clouded her judgment.

Doug nodded. “Yeah. Her name is still up on the honor roll. Even though she turned down the president’s offer, they’re still keeping a spot open for her.”

Rosalie’s eyes gleamed with malice. “You met her six years ago? She wasn’t even twenty then?” She tapped her cigarette lightly against the ashtray, her tone smooth yet pointed. “Achieving results like that at such a young age… quite the feat.”

Zack’s brow tensed ever so slightly.

He glanced at Rosalie, his stare unreadable.

Everyone in the room was sharp enough to pick up on her underlying suggestion—that Corrine’s success might not be entirely earned. Even without Rosalie fanning the flames, Herbert had already been skeptical.

Because of their long history and out of respect for Nate, some thoughts were best left unspoken.

A heavy silence settled over the table as everyone stole quick glances at Nate, gauging his reaction.

The tension shattered when the restaurant door flew open. Saul and Presley rushed in, their urgency palpable. “Mr. Hopkins, there’s trouble at the garden!”

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Nate’s expression darkened instantly. He dropped his napkin, pushed back his chair, and strode out without hesitation.

Moses and Zack exchanged a glance. They didn’t need an explanation. If something had shaken Nate, it could only mean one thing—Corrine was involved.

If anything serious had happened to her, the consequences would be disastrous.

“You all continue your meal. I’ll handle this.” Moses stood abruptly.

It was his establishment, and responsibility fell on him. He had no choice but to step in.

Rosalie crushed out her cigarette and rose to her feet. “I’ll go check it out too.”

She wasn’t concerned—just eager to witness the drama unfold. Before long, nearly everyone in the restaurant followed, making their way toward the garden.

At the front of the group, Saul kept pace with Nate, delivering a swift report. “Mandy confirmed the shooter is using a high-precision sniper rifle. We believe they’re stationed in the Powell family’s office building. Our team is sweeping the area now.”

Nate didn’t respond. His silence was more chilling than words. His usual detached demeanor had vanished, replaced by something far more dangerous. Cold fury burned in his eyes, and his presence radiated the kind of menace that could send a shiver down anyone’s spine.

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