The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Kidnapping

“Finally, you picked up!” Donnelly’s deep voice burst through the line, brimming with excitement but quivering ever so slightly, like a rope about to snap.

Corrine arched a brow, her tone carrying a sharp edge of skepticism. “Alright, spill it. How much do you need this time?”

She knew Donnelly too well. The man rarely called unless his wallet was gasping for

air.

Donnelly was a decent soul, no doubt about it, but common sense seemed to flee him

whenever a rare artifact hit the auction block.

So, when she heard his voice on the other end of the line, it wasn’t hard to connect the dots. But then, her assumption crumbled like a house of cards.

“Are you Miss Holland?” A harsh, haughty voice cut through the receiver, dripping with

arrogance.

Before she could respond, Donnelly’s panicked voice erupted in the background. “Help! They’ve kidnapped… mmph!”

“If

you don’t behave, I’ll cut out your tongue!” The same haughty voice came, followed by the sickening thud of a body hitting the ground.

The revelation struck Corrine like ice water. Donnelly had been kidnapped.

Her previously charming expression hardened into a mask of glacial determination. “What do you want?”

“Miss Holland, you truly embody the reputation of Timeless Treasures’ owner-straight to the point,” the kidnapper sneered through the phone. “Fifty million dollars, delivered

to the dock in an hour! Or the old man dies!”

The line went dead.

Corrine’s mind raced as she contemplated the situation. Donnelly was practically a hermit-who could he have possibly angered?

Then, like a bolt of lightning, memory struck: the suspicious vehicle that had tailed her

yesterday,

Without hesitation, she contacted Jules to trace Donnelly’s phone.

The signal placed him not at the docks, but at an abandoned construction site.

Her eyes glinted dangerously as she steered her car toward the location.

Meanwhile, Leah was returning from a shopping excursion with a friend when Corrine’s car caught her attention.

Her features darkened with remembered humiliation.

The incident at Farris’ birthday party, where her counterfeit gift had exposed her before the Ashton family, still burned fresh in her memory.

Seething with anger, she had stormed into the antique shop to demand a refund. But instead of getting what she wanted, she’d walked out even more humiliated.

Her grudge against Corrine had festered ever since, and the sight of her now stoked the fire. Leah’s lips curled into a venomous smirk.

She watched Corrine’s car with narrowed eyes.

The Ashton family claimed Corrine had no connections in Lyhaton-no friends, no family, no obligations. So, where could she be rushing off to? Leah’s gaze lingered. The car wasn’t heading toward Timeless Treasures. Interesting.

‘Was Corrine hiding something? A secret she wouldn’t dare let the world see?

A venomous smile twisted Leah’s lips as curiosity and malice merged into

determination.