The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 42

Chapter 42 Wait And See

Jayden couldn't recall the last time Carl exuded such a commanding aura. He hesitated for a brief moment, and then offered a faint smile. "I understand."

Carl's grip tightened around his cane as he spoke with unwavering authority. "I don't care what means you employ-just make sure Corrine gets even with the Ashton family for every wrong they've done to her."

"That won't be a challenge, Jayden replied without hesitation.

Carl's eyes narrowed, and he nodded, a glimmer of satisfaction in his expression. "Is there anything else on

your mind?"

Recognizing the unspoken signal to wrap up. Jayden pressed his lips together. Instead of leaving, he recounted everything he had witnessed earlier that day.

Carl listened intently, but when Jayden finished, a shadow flickered across his face, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly. "You're telling me they've already met?"

Jayden's gaze was steady, his dark eyes fixed firmly on Carl. I'm afraid it's more than that,” he said, his tone measured. "I spoke to the doctor at the hospital. He told me that Corrine didn't return to her ward last night."

Those words seemed to hang in the air like a storm cloud, casting an eerie stillness over the study.

night spent away

thumb absently brushing over the gemstone set on the top of his

at last, he exhaled deeply. "We'll wait

jaw tightened. "Actually, we

with frustration. "That's a fire the Ford

with. We can't risk openly opposing that

into a tight fist at his side. "No matter what, I

for a response, Jayden spun on his heel and stormed out, the door closing with a

itself around the room

Carl sighed deeply once more.

desk.

a young Kiley Ford stood in the prime of her youth, dressed in a flowing white gown. Her long, silky hair spilled effortlessly over her shoulders, framing a face that radiated charm and vitality. There was an unmistakable elegance about her, enhanced

over the glass. “Kiley, if

from these raging tempests."

study, his expression carved from ice, his entire demeanor radiating an unapproachable

turning toward him

slightly. "I'll have Zane pick you up tomorrow morning,"

firm and brooking no

most trusted men, someone responsible for