The Scorned Heiress's Hidden Empire (by Jade Quinn) novel Chapter 332

Skyla let out a cold snort, then said to the caregiver, “I’m cold. Take me inside.”

Out in the courtyard, Victor watched Skyla being wheeled away, his gaze turning cold and sinister.

After Bart died, he should have gotten rid of that bastard child too.

Inside the house, two thoughts kept repeating in Skyla’s mind over and over: “Chris is with Winter. Chris has already abandoned you.”

Twelve hours earlier, as the helicopter descended, Winter finally got a clear look at the entire island.

It was breathtaking, almost unreal.

For a brief moment, she was dazed by its beauty, but underneath that was a strange sense of familiarity.

She told herself it was only because it reminded her of the abandoned island they had been to before.

And the second she thought of that island, she thought of the photo in the drawer. Chris, standing beside another

woman.

She threw off the blanket. “So this is the place you wanted to bring me?”

Her voice turned sharp with mockery. “You really do have a thing for islands.

Chris rose and looked at her profile as she stared outside. His eyes were dark and unreadable.

He pressed his lips together. After she had fallen asleep, he had deliberately ordered the pilot to slow the helicopter down. That was why they were only arriving now.

He flexed the arm that had gone numb after holding her all night. The instant she reached for the cabin door, he caught her by the arm and pulled her back against him.

“The helicopter hasn’t fully settled yet,” he said. “With how small you are, do you have any idea how far you’d go if you fell?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, the helicopter rocked once or twice before finally settling.

Winter realized she really had done something dangerous just now, but she only blinked and kept her face completely calm.

The helicopter landed steadily. She reached for the door again, but Chris leaned past her and opened it first. His displeased voice came from above her. “What do you mean, I have a thing for islands?”

Winter only let out a cold snort and said nothing.

The cabin door opened, and warm sunlight poured in with the scent of flowers. The sound of waves rolled in one after another, and for the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of ease.

She ignored the man behind her, but when Chris got no answer, he slipped an arm around her waist and guided her down from the helicopter.

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