The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126 The Unknown

Secret

Carl quickly collected himself, his tone steady as he said, “This weekend, Quentin Seymour’s granddaughter is getting married, and I need you to attend her wedding ceremony with me.”

“Alright,” Corrine responded, her voice calm and composed.

But before her agreement fully settled, Carl continued, “Quentin mentioned that the Seymour family will have a special guest this time. He’s about your age, and I think you two might share some common interests. I’d like you to show him around Lyhaton

while he’s here.”

Corrine’s brows drew together in a sharp frown.

Carl asking her to attend the wedding ceremony for Quentin’s granddaughter was clearly just a convenient cover.

It was obvious the real plan was to orchestrate a convenient meeting between her and this so–called special guest.

“Grandpa, I already have a boyfriend,” Corrine said, her eyes briefly shifting to her desk as she silently hoped Nate wouldn’t choose this moment to make himself known.

Underneath the desk, Nate’s expression darkened, his irritation barely concealed.

Though Carl hadn’t explicitly mentioned the guest’s name, Nate immediately knew who it was. His thoughts churned as he quietly plotted how to deal with Moses and send him packing.

Meanwhile, Corrine calmly suggested, “I’ve just taken over the company, and my workload is overwhelming. Why not have Natasha entertain Quentin’s guest instead?”

“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket,” Carl advised, his tone almost fatherly. “Besides, only the two of us are aware of this arrangement. As long as you don’t mention anything, your boyfriend won’t suspect a thing.”

Corrine forced a strained smile, her discomfort barely masked.

Though Carl thought they were alone, there were, in fact, three people present in the office.

And without her needing to utter a word, Nate had already heard every detail of their conversation.

“I have a chess game to attend, so I’ll take my leave,” Carl declared, his voice carrying the weight of his years, as he leaned on his cane and headed toward the door.

At the door, he turned back to give Corrine a meaningful look. “Corrine, your mother always wanted nothing more than for you to be safe and happy. Don’t forget that, okay?”

Hearing this, the light in Corrine’s eyes dimmed. She forced a small, strained smile. “I know.”

After Carl left, he walked briskly to his car, his steps heavy with unspoken worry.

The butler, seated in the passenger seat, glanced at Carl’s furrowed brows. “Sir, did she tell you anything?”

Carl shook his head and let out a weary sigh. “No. She didn’t say a word.”

Suddenly, he let out a soft chuckle that didn’t reach his eyes. “She’s still so young— thinking she can fool everyone. But her actions give her away every time.”

“Should we ask Waldo to dig deeper into this?” the butler asked cautiously.

Carl waved his hand dismissively, his tone heavy with concern. “Waldo won’t hold back if he uncovers something. And if that happens, there’s no telling how far he’ll go. It’s better to wait for now.”

He turned his gaze toward the towering Ford Group building ahead, his expression hard to read. Then he leaned back in his seat, exhaustion pulling at his features. He exhaled deeply, shutting his eyes.

He couldn’t deny it–his late daughter had left behind an intricate, painful puzzle for him to solve.