The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Vulture shook his head. “They kept themselves anonymous for a reason. But from Lone Ranger’s IP tracking, we’re sure the requester is from the Independent Continent.”

The Independent Continent…

Again.

Everyone who had ever tried to dig into her past—into her mother’s past—always led back to this place.noveldrama

Corrine lowered her gaze, shadowing the storm beneath her lashes.

Ever since arriving at the Independent Continent, it felt like an invisible hand had been guiding her every step.

Had her meeting with Jax at Moonlight Plaza truly been by chance? Or part of someone’s twisted scheme?

The Independent Continent had always been off-limits to outsiders. If that was the case… why had her mother been here?

Questions swarmed her mind, weaving into a tangled web of suspicion and unease.

Sensing the shift in her mood, Vulture gave her shoulder a reassuring pat. “Don’t overthink it. We’ll keep an eye on the situation and update you if anything new comes up.”

Corrine gave a small nod, pushing the thoughts to the back of her mind for now.

“It’s getting late. I should head out. Hawk will stay with you.”

She blinked at the unexpected arrangement of Hawk’s stay but didn’t argue. Given the circumstances, she simply nodded. “Alright.”

Minutes later, she and the others watched as Vulture boarded the helicopter. The rotor blades whipped the air into a frenzy, sending leaves skittering across the ground.

From the aircraft, Vulture cast a lingering glance at the diminishing figures below, a trace of regret flickering in his eyes.

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After all these years apart… he still wasn’t the one standing by her side. He exhaled, steeling himself, then turned his gaze to the horizon.

After seeing Vulture off, the group’s attention shifted to Karina.

Moses, his sharp gaze unreadable, leaned forward. “Tell us—how exactly did you end up getting kidnapped?”

Karina, the heiress of the Brooks family, was far from naive. A random abduction attempt wouldn’t have caught her off guard so easily.

The directness of the question made her stiffen.

Her eyelashes fluttered, shadowing the anxiety in her eyes. “A kidnapping is what it is. No need to dig into the details.”

Her voice was soft, subdued, but her refusal to elaborate spoke volumes.

Sensing her reluctance, the others let the subject drop, assuming she was still shaken from the ordeal.

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