Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband by Devocean

Chapter 1742:

After venting her fury, Corrie still felt restless. With nowhere else to channel her emotions, she stormed into a bar, determined to drown her sorrows in liquor. In her drunken haze, she pulled out her phone and called Jennie.

By the time Jennie arrived, she found Corrie completely plastered, reeking of alcohol. Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she asked, “Why did you drag me out here?”

Corrie glanced up at Jennie, scoffing as she poured herself another drink. With a smirk, she said, “You are really pathetic. To Brook, you are nothing compared to that Camille.”

Jennie stiffened, caught off guard. She hadn’t expected Corrie to say that. Her expression turned cold. “So what? I couldn’t care less.”

Corrie sneered, her words sharp. “You are really useless. You don’t know how to make a man love you. If you can’t hold his heart, how do you expect him to treat you well?”

She downed her drink in one swift motion before adding, “Did you know Brook is planning to bring Camille into the Owen Group?”

crossed as she leveled Jennie with a smug look. “You’ve been living with Brook for weeks, but that’s nothing compared to what Camille has achieved in a month. Has Brook ever hinted

don’t care,” she said smoothly. “But look at you. You’ve been chasing after him for so long, yet he doesn’t even spare you a

with a burst of laughter, the sound sharp and mocking. When her laughter died down, she flicked her gaze to Jennie’s chest, her lips curling. “You don’t care? I don’t buy it. That ruby brooch—Brook gave

slightly, her voice dripping with derision. “If it weren’t from Brook, why are you flaunting

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flinching. “He did give it to me. And what of it? Did he ever

lazily. “Gifts? Please. I don’t need trinkets from men. I aim for things you can’t even

head, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Oh? But the things you crave, Camille gets with a flutter of her lashes and a few sweet words. Meanwhile, you have to scrape and claw for everything. You call it being

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