Heiress's High Society Comeback

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She shrugged nonchalantly. “They’ve all been killed.”

Saul’s face contorted with disbelief. Presley was shocked. All of them—killed?

These weren't ordinary guards but top-level mercenaries—the best money could buy. Yet somehow, Corrine had

killed three of them without breaking a sweat.

Since when had top-level mercenaries becsuch easy prey?

At Corrine’s casual revelation, Nate's grip on her hand tightened almost imperceptibly.

“As your partner, | refuse to be the weak link,” she whispered, noticing his reaction. Sensing his discomfort,

Corrine gently squeezed his hand and shifted topics with a curious smile. “How are you maintaining outside

communication?” The question had been nagging at her—if their devices worked, why had Nate's phone been

supposedly useless?

“The entire island is blanketed with signal jammers,” Saul explained evenly, his eyes carefully tracking Nate's

expression. “Our equipment uses specialized anti-jamming technology to break through. But appearing

disconnected was necessary to lure them into the open.”

The truth crystallized in Corrine’s mind—Nate had orchestrated this from the start.

What seemed like enemies encroaching on Nate's domain was actually an elaborate snare, with the hunters

unwittingly becoming the hunted.

Meanwhile, Barton Chadwick, the mercenary leader, hovered over a drone monitor, watching events unfold with

growing unease.

The abrupt silence from his snipers drew a string of curses from his lips as realization dawned—something had

gone terribly wrong.

What had begun as a straightforward operation had violently tilted against them without warning.

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Barton struggled to process this sudden reversal of fortune.

His eyes burned with fury at the surveillance feed before he violently kicked a nearby chair, sending it crashing

across the room.

The shrill ring of his phone cut through his rage. Recognizing the caller ID, he snatched it up and barked before

the caller could speak, “You guaranteed Nate would be completely vulnerable and unprepared for our ambush,

didn’t you? What's with the drone? How were my men silently taken out?”

The response from the other end of the line made Barton's eyes narrow to slits, a dangerous gleam flickering

within their depths. “He always slips through dangerous situations? Well, let's see if fortune smiles on him this

time!” Slamming down the phone, Barton snatched up the inteand began rapidly restructuring his plan to

ensnare Nate.

Yet in his arrogance, he grossly misjudged what he was up against.

Within mere minutes, every single one of Barton's operatives had either disappeared or gone silent. The

implications weren't lost on him.

Soon, even Barton himself was captured.

“Nate Hopkins, you've been playinglike a puppet from the beginning!” Barton spat, his eyes burning with a

fury that threatened to conshim whole.

The bitter truth dawned on him—control had never been in his hands.

The question plaguing him was where his perfect plan had unraveled. If Nate had the capability to neutralize his

forces all along, why wait until this moment?

Why had Nate deliberately delayed and hidden from the pursuit?

“Is this outcwhat you envisioned?” Nate reclined with casual elegance, his legs crossed, his demeanor

betraying not a hint of concern.

Despite the gun trained on him, Barton stood his ground, defiance etched into every line of his face. “You think

I'd let you walk away unscathed? You've slaughtered my men like cattle!”

The sharp ring of his phone sliced through the tension.

His brow creased as he glanced at the caller ID.

Headquarters never called unless semergency had occurred.

Nate tilted his chin upward, his voice a blade of ice. “Answer it.”

A sense of impending doom crawled up Barton's spine as he reluctantly accepted the call.

The moment he pressed the phone to his ear, a deafening explosion thundered through the line. His heart

lurched painfully as his fingers tightened around the phone.

“Mr. Chadwick, our base is under attack, and the damage is significant!” Blood rushed to Barton's throat, nearly

choking him.

Fighting to keep his voice steady, he demanded, “Who's behind this?”

“The police!”

The cacophony of explosions and agonized screams flooded through the phone, painting a hellscape in Barton's

mind.

Corrine’s eyes flickered toward Nate, a whisper of surprise dancing across her features.

She couldn't help but admire the brutal elegance of his strategy—this devastating blow to Barton’s power base

had been perfectly timed.

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Nate wasn’t merely clever—he was devastatingly treacherous.

He had meticulously ensnared Barton, methodically eliminating his men before delivering the final blow to his

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Blinded by fury, Barton disregarded the gun pointed at his own chest, resolving that if he was going down, Nate

would fall with him.

With lightning speed, he drew a concealed pistol from his jacket and aimed straight at Nate's heart.