The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1110:

“No, someone as calculating as Nate, who keeps you surrounded by his people, must truly value you,” he said, a mockingly soft tone in his voice. “His heart would surely break if you died!”

Corrine’s heart tightened, yet her expression remained impassive, betraying no emotion. “For a man like him, when one lover dies, another soon takes her place,” she responded coolly.

“Is that so?” Darrion looked at her skeptically, his smile tinged with doubt. “But to make him suffer, even briefly, would be satisfaction enough.”

As he spoke, a resolute fire lit up his eyes, signaling his readiness to embrace fate.

He stared at Corrine’s mesmerizing face, and his smile morphed into one of madness. Dying alongside such beauty, he wouldn’t face the afterlife alone. With his final words hanging in the air, Corrine’s expression hardened, and she made her move. She lunged with all her might.

A gunshot suddenly pierced the silence from behind.

Before Darrion could react, a bloody hole erupted through his hand. His face drained of color as his hand trembled uncontrollably. His body froze in place.

“Ah!” he finally let out a pained scream.

As the remote control slipped from his grasp, Corrine quickly kicked it away.

Darrion’s eyes, now bloodshot, stared longingly at the remote, which was now out of reach. He fell from his wheelchair, crawling desperately toward it.

He had lurked like a shadow, evading Nate’s capture, and had been secretly preparing for this confrontation for three days and nights. The thought of not being able to kill Nate was unbearable!

As he made his desperate crawl, Corrine swiftly blocked his path.

“Save your strength,” she hissed coldly.

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Darrion raised his eyes slowly from her elegant heels to her face. “I curse you and Nate to die miserably!” he shouted, his gaze seething with hatred.

“Whatever.” Corrine looked down at him with an expressionless face.

Just then, a black Bugatti roared to a stop nearby.

Its door swung open to reveal Nate, clad in a black suit, stepping out into the light.

His approach was marked by decisive, powerful strides, an aura of menace surrounding him.

His chiseled features were cold as ice, and his dark, frigid eyes cast a destructive presence.

Though only a few dozen yards, his walk felt like an eternity. Upon finally reaching Corrine, he said nothing and simply pulled her into a tight embrace.

Vulture and Hawk, arriving just in time, rolled their eyes at the sight.noveldrama

“Dang it! He got here before us again!” Vulture muttered.

At Nate’s arrival, Darrion’s eyes flared with intense hatred and resentment. He was not satisfied with how things turned out. His meticulous plans had been obliterated in an instant. He was even more embittered by how easily Nate had crushed their branch. Hatred seethed within him as he lay weakly on the ground, yet he was powerless to act. His gaze remained fixed helplessly on Nate.

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