The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1115:

His gaze flicked toward Vulture and Hawk, who lingered near the dining table. A smirk tugged at his lips. “You two have nothing to say?”

Vulture and Hawk exchanged a glance, caught off guard.

With a lazy twirl of his phone, Vulture stepped forward. “What exactly do you want to know?”

Zack tossed him a cigarette. “Everything.”

Vulture caught it with ease, brought it to his nose, and inhaled the scent before flashing Zack a knowing smile.

Upstairs, in the dimly lit bedroom, Karina trailed behind Corrine like a lost shadow.

Corrine sighed but didn’t comment.

She moved with practiced ease, preparing the bath and checking the water’s warmth before turning to Karina. “The bath is ready. Take your time. I’ll find you some clean clothes.”

Karina nodded absently.

Just as Corrine turned to leave, Karina instinctively reached out and grabbed her wrist. “You… you’re not going anywhere, right?”

Corrine glanced down at her hand and squeezed it gently. “I’m not leaving.”

“Okay.” Relief flooded Karina’s features. With a deep breath, she turned toward the bathroom, though she kept glancing back, as if making sure Corrine was still there.

Karina—the only daughter of the prestigious Brooks family in Lyhaton, raised in luxury and adored by everyone—had never experienced something as harrowing as being kidnapped.

No one knew how she had endured those hours in captivity.

At the thought, guilt gnawed at Corrine.

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If not for her, Karina wouldn’t have been dragged into this. She wouldn’t have been thrust into this world of violence and danger.

Pushing the thoughts away, Corrine walked over to the wardrobe and carefully picked out a set of comfortable clothes.

Once everything was laid out, she decided to go to the kitchen to prepare something warm for her friend.

But the moment she left the room and stepped into the hallway, she collided with something solid—a firm chest.

Before she could react, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, steadying her with ease.

She found herself pressed against the wall, the hand bracing her back, ensuring she wouldn’t get hurt.

She looked up at the man who held her. The golden glow of the corridor light softened the sharp lines of his face, lending an almost gentle air to his otherwise aloof demeanor.noveldrama

“What brings you upstairs?” Corrine’s voice was soft, her gaze gentle as she lifted a hand, fingertips trailing along Nate’s jaw before deftly undoing the first button of his shirt.

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