The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 36

Chapter 36 Please Don't

Leave

Amid the frantic pleas from the crowd, Bruce clenched his jaw, his fists tightening in frustration before finally conceding, his voice strained with reluctance. "Corrine, I never intended to kick you out of the company, nor

was I targeting you-

Corrine cut him off, her tone as cold as ice, her gaze unwavering as she met him with a look of complete indifference. "Do you really think your intentions matter to me now?"

Her words sliced through the tension in the room, sharp and unyielding "I came here today only to resign."

Her voice was devoid of any emotion, as if this decision had been made long before the moment had arrived. If it weren't for the resignation, she wouldn't have even bothered setting foot in this place let alone waste a single word on the people gathered before her.

Without another glance, she turned, her every step measured and purposeful as she walked toward the exit.

Bruce, still seated, felt a surge of anger rising within him as he watched her resolute figure moving away. His chest tightened, and the fury he'd been holding back for so long erupted, searing through him.

He shot to his feet, his face dark with stormy rage, his voice hard with authority. "Corrine, I won't accept your resignation! Do you think you can just waltz in and out of Ashton Group whenever you please?"

over her shoulder at Bruce, the mockery in her eyes undeniable as a bitter smile curved her lips. "Do you really believe Ashton Group can

Don't forget how much blood, sweat, and tears it took me to

voice caught in his throat as he stared into her cold eyes. The atmosphere between them grew heavy, freezing in its stillness.

invisible had seized him.

those eyes had always held warmth, affection-when had they ever been so

truly stopped caring for

one running things at Ashton Group

pulling their investment isn't a big deal. How could the board possibly hold

success of Ashton Group today is because of your tireless. efforts. If you leave now, won't all that hard work be for

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Without a second glance, she pushed open

figure retreat, his hands balled into fists

the strain.

heart plunged, as though something irreplaceable had slipped

halls. Some whispered with

center of it all,

with

with

the door creaked open, and