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Heiress's High Society Comeback

Chapter 1273
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Chapter 1273: And yet, here they were, all standing in quiet, unwavering defense of Corrine. That, more than anything, intrigued him.

Meanwhile, Nate led Corrine into a VIP suite.

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As she stepped inside, her gaze instinctively swept the room, taking in her surroundings.

She never got the chance to linger. In the next moment, Nate tugged her back, his grip unrelenting, his free hand pressing firmly against the wall beside her head. He glanced down at the woman in his arms, his voice low, laced with quiet disapproval. "Weren't you supposed to pick up your uncle?" How had she ended up here, and with Claude of all people? Perhaps it was his instinctive possessiveness, but seeing Corrine with Claude sent an unbidden surge of anger coursing through his veins.

Corrine lifted her gaze, amusement glinting in her eyes. "Edwin Flores arranged a welcome-back dinner for my uncle tonight. Jules and I simply accompanied him." Claude was undeniably attractive, but he was nothing like Nate.

One looked as if he had walked straight out of a comic book-sharp, stylized, almost surreal. The other carried himself with a quiet, commanding presence, as if nobility ran through his very blood.

Corrine found herself staring, drawn in by Nate's magnetic allure.

His gaze darkened, an icy weight settling in his chiseled features. His arm tightened around her slender waist. "Keep your distance from him." She arched a brow, mischief dancing in her expression. Reaching out, she lazily hooked a finger around his tie. "And why is that? Is he too dangerous, or too handsome? Perhaps you feel threatened?" She had spent enough twith Nate to know his warnings never clightly. But she also knew, no matter how sharp his words or how fierce his jealousy, he would never truly hurt her.

His grip on her waist firmed, the muscles in his jaw clenching. His eyes, dark as a brewing storm, locked onto hers with a dangerous glint. "What did you just say?" Corrine's lashes fluttered slightly, but she met his gaze head-on. With a slow, deliberate motion, she looped her arms around his neck, her voice smooth as silk. "No one compares to you." Her words were deliberate, a careful balm against his simmering ire.

A flicker of warmth broke through the ice in his expression.

His grip loosened, the hand braced beside her head sliding upward, fingers threading through her hair. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers in a fleeting, possessive kiss. "Stay away from him, and do not let curiosity lead you where it should not." A warning wrapped in quiet authority.

Corrine gave a small nod. "Understood."

She had never intended to get close to Claude. The content is on E.com!

It was not the man himself who m intrigued her—it was his motives.

"Why is there no trace of information. on him?" she asked, glancing at Nate. If Claude harbored in intentions, she needed to understand her enemy better.