The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143 You Came

Alone

After more than an hour of driving, the car entered a desolate landscape of abandoned

construction projects.

Years of neglect had transformed the area into a wasteland where weeds entangled the skeletal structures, casting long shadows in the fading light.

Leah’s knuckles whitened against the steering wheel as she scanned the haunting surroundings.

Her suspicions about Corrine deepened with each passing moment. Why else would anyone drive to such a forsaken place unless they had something sinister to hide?

When she finally spotted Corrine’s parked vehicle ahead, Leah hesitated before stepping out, phone clutched in her trembling hands. She crept forward, ready to document whatever dark secrets she might uncover.

Meanwhile, Corrine had already located the kidnappers’ makeshift hideout within one

of the unfinished buildings.

Inside, an odd pair-one corpulent, one rail-thin-huddled over a small iron pot of boiling noodles.

The thin man stirred the pot listlessly. “Think she’ll really bring fifty million to the dock?”

His companion cast a doubtful glance at their bound captive. “For this old man?

Unlikely.”

“Boss is asking too much. Might scare her off completely.”

Donnelly’s eyes welled with tears at the sight of Corrine.

Bound hand and foot with black tape sealing his mouth, he writhed helplessly on the ground, managing only muffled sounds.

“Shut it!” The fat kidnapper delivered a sharp kick, but as he turned, he froze at the sight of Corrine. “Who-who are you?”

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Without a word, Corrine strode past him and carefully peeled the tape from Donnelly’s

mouth.

He worked his jaw briefly before craning his neck toward the entrance. “You came

alone?”

“The police might have made them desperate,” Corrine explained quietly.

Donnelly gaped at her recklessness.

“What’s happening here?” she asked, nodding toward his captors.

Nervousness flickered across Donnelly’s features. “I was investigating that gem… they claimed to have information, so I followed them, and…”

He caught Corrine’s knowing look and sighed. “After we raided Brevard Ferguson’s hideout three years ago, he vanished. I posted a reward, hoping to catch him off guard. Instead, I walked right into their trap.”

Their casual conversation enraged the kidnappers. The thin man drew a concealed blade, running his fingers along its edge. “Hey! Stop ignoring us!”