The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1114:

His final ace had just been ripped from his grasp. Slumping back in his seat, his face turned ghostly pale.noveldrama

Presley’s expression darkened. “Where the hell did you get those?” The sheer force of an explosion from those devices could have buried them all in the tunnel.

Hawk’s gaze shifted past Presley to Darrion. His voice was cool, laced with mockery. “Ask him. Consider them returned to their rightful owner. No thanks needed.”

Presley shot Darrion a mocking look. “I underestimated you before.”

The Grand Palace buzzed softly with murmurs, the spacious living room now crowded with people. The weight of the day’s events hung in the air like an unshakable fog.

Corrine and Karina sat together on the sofa, Karina looking weary and withdrawn. Silently, Corrine poured a cup of warm water and handed it to her. “Here, drink this.”

Karina hesitated before wrapping a trembling hand around the cup, lifting it to her lips for a small, tentative sip.

She had always been pampered, shielded from the harsh realities of the world. A kidnapping—especially one where a bomb had been strapped to her—was beyond even her worst nightmares. There was no way such an experience wouldn’t leave a scar.

Corrine noticed the unspoken distress shadowing Karina’s delicate features. With a reassuring touch to her cheek, she said, “Come on, let me take you to the bedroom so you can change.”

Karina was still wearing the same dirt-streaked clothes from earlier—a grim reminder of what she had endured.

As they disappeared upstairs, Zack exhaled and turned to Moses. “So, what’s your plan?”

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Moses sat brooding on the sofa, fingers idly rolling a cigarette before lighting it. A thin veil of smoke curled around him, masking the frustration in his eyes. “Things will work out eventually. No point stressing over them now.”

Noticing his mood, Zack changed the subject. He turned to Nate, arching an eyebrow. “Alright, spill. What the hell actually happened today?”

“Yeah.” Moses flicked the ash from his cigarette, his jaw tightening. “Of all people, why did that bastard Darrion have to kidnap Karina?”

If it had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have been this troubled.

His family had long turned a blind eye to his actions, knowing full well that as the next head of the Seymour family, his marriage would never be his own decision.

But now, with Karina’s unexpected arrival on the Independent Continent, they would assume this was all his doing. A deliberate move.

It put both him and Karina in a dangerous position.

With a muttered curse, he crushed his cigarette into the ashtray.

Zack, seeing the storm brewing in Moses’s expression, abandoned any thought of teasing him further.

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