The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 119

Chapter 119 Like A Man Utterly Captivated

"Hello, Miss Holland." The man leading the group offered a polished smile. "Jeffrey Courtenay, representing

Brighton Group.”

"Hello," Corrine replied, her tone calm and measured as she gave a brief nod, gesturing them to have a seat.

Jeffrey took his place directly across from her, his professional demeanor unwavering.

Nate, however, chose a seat at the far end of the table. He lounged with casual elegance, one leg crossed over

the other, his elbow propped against the chair's armrest. His long fingers rested lightly against his temple, and

though he said nothing, his magnetic presence dominated the room.

Even from across the distance, Corrine was acutely aware of Nate's piercing gaze locked on her.

Clearing her throat softly, she shifted in her chair, willing herself to ignore the distraction and focus entirely on

the matter at hand.

The cooperation terms had been roughly outlined during her earlier discussion with Nate, but there had been a

significant shift in the agreed-upon share distribution.

Originally, Ford Group was to hold 55%, leaving Brighton Group with 45%. However, the Brighton representatives

now demanded a 60% share.

The project manager sitting beside Corrine noticed the alteration and leaned toward her, his expression

tightening. "Miss Holland, this change..."

Corrine glanced at him, a subtle but firm warning in her gaze. He swallowed his words, reluctantly pulling back,

though his displeasure was evident as he threw a sharp look at the Brighton team.

"We hope Ford Group can accommodate this adjustment," Jeffrey said smoothly, his voice measured. "Brighton

Group will oversee the design and construction. Once the commercial district is completed, we'll also provide a

comprehensive, no-cost

marketing campaign."

Brighton Group's influence in the media was unparalleled. Even as they expanded into other industries, their

advertising capabilities remained a dominant force-a valuable asset that could significantly benefit Ford Group.

Corrine closed the contract in front of her with deliberate calm, her fingers tracing the edge of the paper. "We

insist on maintaining an active role in both the design and construction," she replied, her tone steady. "As a

gesture of goodwill, we're willing to split the share evenly-fifty-fifty."

Jeffrey turned to confer with his colleagues, but his attention drifted toward Nate, who remained seated at the

table's end.

What he saw startled him. The man known for his unflappable detachment and aloofness was watching Corrine

with an intensity that bordered on enthralled, his expression far softer than Jeffrey had ever seen-like a man

utterly captivated.

The representatives of Brighton Group delved into a heated discussion, their tones clipped and decisive.

Meanwhile, Jeffrey glanced at Nate, hoping for input, only to find him utterly captivated by Corrine's striking

elegance.

Jeffrey sighed. It seemed impossible to get any guidance from Nate.

After a moment, Jeffrey adjusted his tie and spoke with calm precision. "We're willing to forgo involvement in the

initial design and construction phases. However, we expect to participate in the later planning stages.

Additionally, we'll ensure comprehensive offline promotional support. To further demonstrate our commitment,

Brighton Group will handle all offline product promotions for Ford Group. Does this arrangement work for you,

Miss Holland?"

"Let's proceed with your proposal," Corrine responded, her tone cool yet professional.

When the contracts were signed, Corrine offered a polite smile and extended an invitation. "Mr. Courtenay, if it's

convenient for everyone, I've arranged for a private room at the Dreamscape Hotel. You're welcto join us."

Jeffrey returned her smile, tilting his head slightly. "Thank you, Miss Holland, but our company has already made

plans. In fact, the reservation was arranged specifically for you." His tone carried an unmistakable implication as

he added, "I hope you won't decline."

Caught off guard, Corrine instinctively shifted her gaze toward Nate.

He raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable save for the faint smirk tugging at his lips-a mix of confidence

and subtle mischief.

Faced with a charm as effortless as his, Corrine found herself hesitating before reluctantly nodding in agreement.

As they exited the meeting room, Natasha hurried over, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. "Miss Holland,

Mr. Waldo Ford's assistant is waiting for you in your office."

Corrine stepped into her office to find the assistant standing by her desk, holding a small key in his hand.

"Miss Holland, this is the key to the apartment," he said, extending it toward her. "Thank you," Corrine replied,

taking it from him with a nod.

The assistant's lips curved into a polite smile. "You're welcome. Mr. Ford askedto let you know that if you

require anything, I'm at your service."

"Understood," Corrine said simply, her tone steady.

Once he left, she exhaled softly, pouring herself a cup of coffee before strolling toward

the floor-to-ceiling window. She let the warm liquid soothe her as she gazed at the

city's skyline.

A sharp knock interrupted her thoughts, but she didn't bother to turn around. "Just leave it on the table," she

said absently.

"Are you thinking about me?" The deep, velvety voice reverberated through the room, low and smooth, like the

resonant hum of a cello. It wrapped around her senses, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.