Heiress's High Society Comeback

Chapter 1735:

Bang! The gunshot cracked through the air, and the bullet tore clean through Barton’s wrist.

His fingers slackened instantly, the pistol slipping from his grip and thudding onto the ground.

Eyes bloodshot and wide with shock, Barton stared at Corrine, seated beside him.

She gripped a polished silver handgun, her expression unreadable—cool, detached, and hauntingly beautiful in

her stillness.

What rattled Barton most wasn’t just her icy calm—it was her aim. Lethal.

Unerring. Beyond anything he'd ever achieved.

Blood seeped from his wrist, trailing down in slow, rhythmic drops.

Saul and Presley lunged forward, wrestling him to the dirt.

“Let go of me!” Barton bellowed, thrashing like a wounded beast, all but blind to the pain.

Nate observed him without emotion, his tone as frigid as ever. “Give up the brain behind all this, and Ill try to

get you a deal with the police.”

Barton sneered, lips twisting. “You? The great Nate Hopkins? You could get the police to storm my place with half

the force, but you can’t sniff out who's calling the shots?”

“You're betting your life on protecting him. | wonder if, once the cops have you cornered, he'll lift a finger for

you.” Corrine’s voice sliced through the tension as she eyed Barton, now forced to kneel. “You're surrounded. It's

over. Even your stronghold’s been reduced to rubble. If | were you, I'd talk for leniency. Otherwise, you're

finished.”

Barton clamped his mouth shut, wavering.

None of this had gone the way he expected. He never imagined the police would throw so much weight behind

Nate—never thought they’d go all in.

Truth was, even with his base intact, he wouldn't have stood a chance.

From the beginning, this had been a losing game.

Just then, a helicopter roared overhead.

As it descended, powerful gusts forced the dense jungle to sway, while a storm of dust rose, clouding everyone's

view.

Everyone instinctively shielded their eyes—Corrine included.

Just then, amid the noise, a faint gunshot rang out.

Everyone's attention snapped toward Barton—a new bullet hole marked the center of his forehead. He collapsed

instantly, lifeless.

Nate's face hardened. “Search!”

Clearly, there were more than two factions on the island.

Maybe it was the earlier gusts, but Corrine felt a slight headache coming on.

She lifted her hand to her temple, a small motion Nate picked up on.

He stood and gave Presley a signal. “Clean this up quickly.”

“Yes, sir,” Presley replied, watching as Nate and Corrine walked off.

Nate and Corrine boarded a helicopter, heading back to Nate's base.

“Get srest,” Nate said, brushing a kiss across her forehead before turning away.

Corrine caught his wrist. “And you? Where are you going?”

He closed his fingers gently around hers. “I'm staying right here with you.” With that, he lay back on the bed,

drawing Corrine into his arms.

Corrine curled against him, her arms looping around his trim waist as she nestled closer, breathing in the clean,

woody scent that lingered on him. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothed her, gradually easing the anxiety

coiled in her chest.

Noticing the tension still held in her frame, Nate ran a gentle hand along her back. “Sleep.”

Once Corrine drifted off, he rose from the bed without a sound.

Before stepping out, he lit a stick of lavender incense.

Just outside, Saul stood waiting. “Sir, the police commander in charge of this operation wants to see you.”

Nate gave a small nod, then addressed Mandy, who stood watch at the door. “Stay with her.”

“Yes, sir!” Mandy replied quickly, snapping to attention.

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When Corrine opened her eyes, she scanned the room and realized Nate was gone. A slight frown crossed her

face as she hurried toward the door, only for Mandy to intercept her.

Mandy stepped into her path, speaking respectfully. “Miss Holland, he’s with the commanding officer.”

Corrine gave a brief nod and asked offhandedly, “Are they close?”

She couldn’t imagine the police stepping into a family power struggle without spersonal connection behind

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“I'm afraid | can’t answer that,” Mandy replied.

It wasn’t that she meant to be evasive—she simply wasn’t in a position to speak for Nate.

Whatever was being discussed likely reached beyond the mission at hand; other factors were probably involved.

Wanting to keep Corrine away from any potential fallout, Mandy opted for silence.

Corrine caught the hint and didn’t press. “Where are they now?”

“At this base,” Mandy answered.

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Corrine gave a thoughtful nod, her gaze drifting across the room as if weighing her next move.

Catching the subtle shift, Mandy offered a quiet reminder. “Miss Holland, Nate asked that you rest inside.”

“I'm not tired anymore,” Corrine

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So much thad passed since

she'd been pulled into anything like

cat en, as if

she didn't quite recognize herself.

Mandy noticed the flicker of reflection in her eyes and offered a small smile. “The shot you took at Barton—dead-

on.”

The shot at Barton's wrist had been real, not the kind of thing someone did in a dream.

Corrine’s lips tugged upward. “It was instinct, nothing more.”