The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 48

Chapter 48 Spineless

Corrine couldn't help but marvel at Rita's remarkable ability to point fingers.

With merely a few words, Rita could ignite a firestorm of anger within her.

Her eyes flashed with icy precision, piercing Rita like sharpened daggers. "You believe I'm clinging to him? Have

you forgotten how your brother desperately begged me to rescue the Ashton family?"

Rita instinctively recoiled, seeking shelter beside Leah.

The other woman maintained her gentle facade, though a fleeting glimmer of contempt crossed her eyes.

In Leah's eyes, Rita was so spineless.

Leah adopted an understanding tone. "Corrine, perhaps we could all have dinner together? An opportunity to clear the air and prevent misunderstandings. I'm certain Bruce would agree."

gaze remained cold and

lunged forward, finger pointing

Bruce's voice broke through the commotion, calm but

for a fleeting moment, his usual composure cracked. A flicker of surprise

had grown accustomed to seeing her in her signature

precision. But tonight, she was a revelation in royal

hair and crimson lips added an edge of allure. This

spark of distraction in Bruce's eyes, and a chill settled in her chest. Her fingers curled into a fist at her side before she composed herself, slipping into his arm with practiced grace. "Bruce," she began with a soft, disarming smile, "it's such a coincidence running into Corrine here. I thought we could invite her to join us. You don't mind,

Leah tightened her hold around Bruce's waist in a subtle but unmistakable

snapping back to the present. He looked down at Leah with a fondness

all settling over her like a cold mist. Her

and grating. "We're inviting you to dinner out of kindness. The least you could do

get far," she sneered. "Lonsong Restaurant isn't some cheap

arctic wind, locked onto Rita's, freezing her in

invisible grip tighten around her throat. Before she could summon a reply, Corrine brushed past her, stepping into the revolving doors of the restaurant