The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 273 The Tiara's Origins

As Corrine faced him, her features remained stoic while she slipped off her gloves. "I feel like I've been misled."

Disappointment was clear in her voice.

She had anticipated the tiara to be an exceptional find.

Yet, it now appeared to her as nothing more than a bad investment.

Growing up in the wealthy Ford family, Corrine was more than just rich-she was a sharp businesswoman who valued real profits.

Without the anticipated value and element of surprise, the tiara represented a financial loss. Especially considering the price tag of one hundred billion.

Although the money wasn't directly hers, the wasted potential still deeply bothered her.

"It's not a total loss,” Nate said, peering intently at the tiara on the table.

Interest flickered in Corrine's eyes. "Have you discovered something?"

With a tender look, Nate laughed softly and responded, "This tiara hides a mystery, onenoveldrama

you'll need to unravel over time."

"Are you certain?" Corrine arched an eyebrow, her gaze intense as she scrutinized Nate.

"Based on what I know of him, he wouldn't chase after this tiara without good reason,' Nate said, his eyes deep and unreadable.

The blond man had driven up the price not just to get back at Nate, but also out of anger for his failed attempt to acquire the tiara.

Corrine donned her gloves once more for a final inspection of the tiara, yet discovered nothing new. "I've had enough; it's nothing but a headache."

She removed her gloves and casually reached for a glass of water on the table, taking a sip.

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Nate offered a small smile and caressed her hair tenderly, his eyes filled with a hint of sadness. "I may need to leave for a few days."

At his words, Corrine glanced up, holding back her disappointment. She set the glass down and asked casually, "For how long?"

"I'm not sure," Nate responded. "However, I'll return as soon as possible."

Corrine gave a nod. "Take care on your trip."

"Don't worry." Nate bent down to kiss her.

Before he could pull away, Corrine tugged at his tie, drawing him into another kiss.

Her lips slightly puffed from their embrace, Corrine leaned into him and gasped softly.

"I'll be here waiting for your return."

With a gentle hand, Nate cradled the back of her head, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Rest well. Good night."

Matias had been waiting downstairs for some time.

He watched Nate duck into the car and signaled the driver to start the engine.

Observing Nate's demeanor closely, Matias hesitated before saying, "Mr. Hopkins, there's been a development. Hell has vacated Lyhaton.”

"What about the tiara's origins?" Nate inquired.

A moment of uncertainty crossed Matias' face.

Under Nate's intense stare, Matias gathered his courage and replied, "Yes, the tiara was sent to the auction house by Miss Holland's representative, Jacob."

Nate's eyes sharpened, his stare piercing like a dagger through the darkness. "Are you

sure?"

As he faced Nate's formidable look, a shiver raced down Matias' spine.

He nodded seriously, "Absolutely positive."

Silence then enveloped the car, heavy and suffocating.

Matias sat stiffly, the tension from Nate weighing on him. Unable to hold back, he took

a deep breath, paused for a moment, and carefully asked, "Mr. Hopkins, should we tell Miss Holland about this?"