The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57 Many Secrets

As soon as the words left Matias‘ lips, an unsettling silence descended over the car, heavy as a shroud.

Matias silently cursed himself, wishing he could rewind time and bite his tongue. With a tentative glance at Nate’s expression, he scrambled to recover. “Miss Holland’s performance tonight was truly… remarkable,” he ventured cautiously.

Nate’s frown deepened, and Matias‘ thoughts raced, searching for an escape hatch. Then, like a desperate gambler playing his last card, he added, “Only a woman like her could possibly be worthy of you, sir.”

It worked. The tension in Nate’s jaw eased, and the storm cloud that had darkened his face lifted.

Matias exhaled internally, his respect for Corrine skyrocketing. In his mind, she had ascended to near–divine status.

He even made a mental note to pray before bed, giving thanks for her unintended rescue.

“You did well tonight,” Nate remarked, his deep voice carrying its usual chill but with an undertone that Matias couldn’t quite decipher.

Matias froze. Was Nate praising him? For what? Could it be related to

Corrine?

After a beat, he cautiously responded, “We had nothing to do with the video spreading online.”

Nate’s lips curled into a cryptic smile, his tone laced with something almost indulgent. “She has her secrets,” he murmured, more to himself

than to Matias.

By the time Corrine returned to Ford Mansion, the night was well past its

prime.

She carried the bouquet of roses to her room.

After a quick shower, she was drying her damp hair when her phone, resting on the table, buzzed to life.

Answering it, she was greeted by a familiar, languid drawl. “Someone’s snooping into information about the CEO of Ford Group.”

“Are they better than you?” Corrine asked, her tone as casual as if she were discussing the weather.

The voice on the other end scoffed, dripping with mock offense. “Better

than me? Come on. I’m the best hacker alive–no contest.”

“Does their reputation make you tremble, then?” Corrine teased, her words. laced with playful challenge.

The question hit a nerve. Jules Ford, the voice on the other end, bristled. “Corrine, insult me if you must, ignore my brilliance if you dare, but do not.

humiliate me like this!”

As a revered, albeit unofficial, member of the hacker alliance, Jules prided himself on being untouchable in his craft.

Corrine’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Then what are you so worked up

about?”

Jules faltered, momentarily struck dumb. After a long pause, he grumbled, “I cleaned up your mess, you know. And this is the thanks I get?”

Corrine picked up a glass of water, taking a slow sip to soothe her hoarse throat. “I didn’t ask for your help, Jules. I could’ve handled it myself. In fact, I haven’t even called you out for botching my plans.”

“Botching?” Jules spluttered. “Fine, fine. Next time, I’ll just let you fend for