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?”

“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 at bringing you into Owen Group?

mentioned anything like that, and frankly, I don’t care,” she said smoothly. “But look

threw her head back 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

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it to me. And what of it? Did he ever gift

of wine, swirling it lazily. “Gifts? Please. I don’t

tugging at her lips. “Oh? But the things you crave, Camille gets with a flutter of her lashes and

Corrie’s eyes. “You’ve certainly got a

my mind? Poor me, the man I love is nice to everyone

a sharp laugh. “I sure hope that’s all this