The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 79

Chapter 79 Ten Times

Karina stopped halfway up the stairs, her gaze sharp as she turned to face Leah below. "Have you really never meddled in someone else's relationship? Never gone after another woman's fiancé? I'm just stating facts. How is that humiliating you?" Her tone was as cool as her measured steps.

"You..." Leah's chest rose and fell rapidly, her finger trembling as she pointed at Karina, her anger choking her words.

At that moment, the door swung open, and Bruce strode in, his presence commanding the room. "What's taking so long to decide?" His voice carried a hint of impatience.

"Bruce, this woman is too much!" Rita's voice rang out, shrill and indignant. As if she'd found a lifeline, she rushed to his side, exaggerating Karina's words. "She insulted Leah! You've got to do something!"

Bruce frowned deeply, his eyes narrowing as they landed on Karina. "Why is it you again?" His tone was laced with irritation.

"Always a pleasure, Mr. Ashton," Karina replied, her lips curving into a taunting smile. The defiance in her gaze was unmistakable.

Leah's eyes flickered between Bruce and Karina, suspicion creeping into her voice. Suddenly, she recalled seeing this woman in Corrine's ward the other day. She was the former investor who had pulled her investment from Ashton Group.

Leah's hand firmly. "Let's go look at another store." His tone left

rising. "Leah loves this dress, and it would look absolutely stunning on her! It'd be a shame to pass it up. Don't you want her to look beautiful as your

patience

her arms as she muttered under her breath, "That dress is perfect for Leah. I wasn't

wistfully on the dress in the display case. "It's just

words, the regret in her voice was clear, and Bruce felt a

softening as he gave her hand

head slightly, a mocking smirk playing on her lips. "How do you manage to keep up that flawless act?" Her voice dripped with

Bruce with the air of a helpless victim.

tightening as his dark gaze fixed on Karina. “Miss Brooks, if you're willing to sell me this dress, name your price. Whatever

coolly, striding toward the workbench. She picked up a pair of scissors, twirling them in her

realization struck. Her hand shot out to

swiftly, stepping in front of her, his

"You're just exploiting the fact that we like this dress to squeeze more money out of us. Stop