The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1055:

Nate’s influence had grown more powerful over time. And Corrine? She was far stronger than they realized.

Seeing Vulture’s message, Hawk sighed, clearly puzzled. “I just don’t get it. What does Corrine see in Nate?”

Vulture’s frustration grew. He had admired Corrine for years but never dared to act on it. Yet Nate, that jerk, had somehow won her over so easily.

Just the thought of it made him angry.

His fingers flew across the keyboard, his anger boiling over. “Nate’s a manipulator. Corrine must be blinded by his good looks.”

Once he hit send, he tossed his phone aside and walked over to the window.

Staring up at the crescent moon in the night sky, he let out a deep, frustrated sigh.

The next morning, Vulture and Hawk made their way downstairs and spotted Corrine and Nate having breakfast in the dining room.

Noticing Corrine’s distant look, the two exchanged a quick glance before taking seats far from her.

They all knew how Corrine could be when she woke up—grumpy and irritable.

If she got upset, she might flip the table and storm off, leaving everyone hungry.

They sat down, waiting for Nate to get the cold shoulder. But to their surprise, Corrine was calm, even docile, like a content cat—there was no trace of anger.noveldrama

What in the world? Did she change overnight? Both Vulture and Hawk were completely taken aback.

“Am I that entertaining to watch?” Corrine lifted her eyes to meet theirs.

Her offhand comment carried a cold edge.

Vulture and Hawk snapped out of their daze and quickly dropped their heads, focusing on their breakfast. Women were indeed masters of disguise.

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Once they finished eating, Corrine went upstairs to change.

In the dining room, Nate took a slow sip of his black coffee. “Do you have any other plans while you’re here?”

Vulture threw a piece of toast onto his plate and slouched in his chair, giving Nate a half-smile. “Our services aren’t cheap. I’m not sure you can afford it, Mr. Hopkins.”

Nate didn’t respond, his gaze steady and calm.

The two men locked eyes, an unspoken tension building between them. After a few seconds, Vulture gave in, taking a sip of milk to mask his discomfort. “So, what is it you want to say?”

He suddenly felt thankful they had managed to stay on good terms with Nate all these years, rather than turning into enemies.

One glance from Nate alone was enough to make him feel the pressure. If things ever came to blows, who knew what kind of consequences they’d face?

“If you’re up for it, how about a walk later?” Nate offered.

It sounded like an invitation, but each word carried a clear order. Vulture raised an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “Where to?”

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