The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248 A Frightening

Existence

“Did you invite Jules from the Ford family?” Zack asked, shifting the topic.

Moses responded with a noncommittal nod, “Indeed, this city isn’t exactly our domain. Here in Lyhaton, the Ford family commands a certain deference.”

At the mention of the Ford family, a hint of interest sparked briefly in Nate’s otherwise

detached demeanor.

At that instant, Jules was escorted into their enclosure by the manager.

His eyes flickered over Moses and Zack before settling on Nate.

A subtle shift in his expression followed-something unreadable, a mix of emotions buried deep within.

The three men in front of him weren’t the kind you crossed lightly-especially Nate, who sat quietly in the corner.

Jules acknowledged each in turn. “Greetings, Mr. Seymour, Mr. Liam.”

Zack lifted his goblet in a silent toast before motioning for him to take a seat beside

Moses.

With a measured grace, Jules approached and seated himself, though his glances were irresistibly drawn back to Nate.

A vague sense of familiarity nagged at him, yet the exact memory eluded him.

At that moment, Zack offered him a glass of wine.

Accepting it, Jules sipped his drink, his gaze inevitably wandering back to Nate.

Nate reclined with ease, his slightly unbuttoned shirt revealing the defined lines of his collarbone, which lent him an air of effortless allure and raw power. He exuded an overwhelming sense of control and charisma, demanding a quiet reverence even in

repose.

When Nate’s attention suddenly shifted toward him, Jules caught Nate’s cold stare and momentarily tensed.

However, he faced Nate’s intimidating look with unwavering boldness.

“That gentleman is Mr. Hopkins,” Zack said. “Feel free to call him Nate.”

Realization dawned in Jules’ eyes.

Whether it be Zack, Moses, or Nate, each belonged to a sphere far removed from the usual-the Independent Continent.

It was vast and sprawling-not merely a city but a large state composed of multiple

cities.

It held no allegiance to any nation or entity, nor to any global organization-it stood completely independent.

The veil of secrecy around the Independent Continent was remarkably thick.

Thus, only the upper echelons of global finance and world leaders knew about its

existence.

They said the Independent Continent was once home to four ancient families, but decades ago, a great upheaval shook its foundations.

During this period, numerous powers observed eagerly, poised to exploit any vulnerability.

Surprisingly, the internal turmoil settled swiftly, and the power dynamics of the four families were radically transformed overnight.

The influence of the Hopkins family commanded immense respect, even among the senior leaders of the Independent Continent.