The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Chapter 1351: By 9:00 p.m., the helicopter touched down with a sharp whir on a rooftop helipad miles away.

Corrine stepped out of the building, her gaze already fixed on the black Land Rover idling nearby.

The moment she climbed in, she asked, “You've got everything?" "Yes." Jules, seated at the wheel, took one look at her and frowned slightly-her lips were dry and cracked from the wind. He handed her a bottle of water.

"Nate was ambushed on the yacht. I don't know the exact injuries or who was behind it, but it doesn't look good." If things were minor, Nate's camp wouldn't have kept it this quiet. Brighton Group's private hospital was locked down tight-military-grade security.

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Corrine said nothing. But the set of her jaw, the icy stillness in her eyes—it all said enough.

They drove in silence, the tires humming over the asphalt as city lights flickered past.

Forty minutes later, they arrived.

Just as Corrine reached for the door, her phone buzzed-Mandy. She stared at the screen, brow tightening. Then she rejected the call without blinking.

"Nate's people are crawling all over the place. Cracking that perimeter won't be easy," Jules said, glancing at the hospital's main entrance through the window.

Corrine followed his gaze, her eyes narrowing. "Relax. I've got a plan." Before he could even ask what she meant, the door clicked open and she was already stepping out.

He yanked off his seatbelt and scrambled to follow.

But when he caught a glimpse of what Corrine called a “plan”—his jaw dropped.

Your imagination begins with galnov☐☐☐ço "Damn!" he exclaimed, stunned. "You're seriously something else." Corrine slipped through the shadows of the trees, moving with the stealth of a phantom, crouching low as she neared the side of the hospital building.

Her eyes rose to the windows above, finally settling on one in particular on the twenty-sixth floor.

With a quick motion, she tied her hair back into a ponytail, using a simple rubber band. She flexed her wrists! and ankles, a brief warm-up to av prepare her body for what lay ahead. Then, pressing her palms to her lips, she exhaled a breath of warmth into them.

Her movements, swift and sure, led her to leap onto the first-floor om balcony, her fingers grasping the drainpipe outside the hospital room. She began to ascend, her body pulling itself upward with ease. It might have been the long hours spent behind a desk, devoid of any real physical activity, but after only five floors, a thin sheen of sweat began to bead on her forehead.

From below, Jules watched her, his heart hammering in his chest. His breath hitched as he saw her clamber upward so sure, yet so vulnerable.

He wanted to shout, to tell her to stop, but the thought of alerting the guards kept him silent.

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