The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 200

Chapter 200 She Had Meant Every Word

Leah's glare cut through Corrine, her body trembling with fury. Her clenched teeth barely held back the venom brewing inside her. The cold glint in her eyes was as sharp and lethal as a snake poised to strike.

Before the tension could settle, a voice rang out from the crowd. "Isn't it obvious? They used you! A woman blinded by love is easy to control. Otherwise, why else would you work yourself to the bone for the Ashton family, only to be tossed aside like nothing? Talk about a profitable business model."

Corrine's eyes flickered toward Karina, hidden among the guests. A faint smile tugged at her lips.

The remark struck a nerve, sending ripples through the once-silent crowd. What followed was a chorus of biting commentary, each voice laced with scorn.

"Funny how Miss Holland was never once acknowledged at Ashton Group's past celebrations, and now, out of nowhere, they bring her in-just to cover up for Bruce and Leah. Absolutely shameless."

"They stooped so low, preying on Miss Holland's emotions just to get what they wanted. Good thing she got out early. Otherwise, they would've bled her dry."

"She gave everything for that family-stood by them, worked tirelessly-only to be discarded when it suited them. If that isn't cruel, I don't know what is."

lets an unarmed woman take the hit while

each scathing remark, the tide of public opinion shifted. Sympathy gathered like a storm,

plan was airtight- that Corrine would have no choice but to submit. Yet, here they were. Not only had Corrine managed to twist the narrative in her favor, but she had also dragged the

mind-she would

intent was chilling.

gaze piercing despite the cloudiness

come here unprepared. That

demand for an explanation had been nothing

audio-none of it could have surfaced

the voices stirring public opinion? They weren't mere onlookers.

where she wanted

moment Corrine stepped into this room, they

she despised Bruce-and

to the belief that three years of history would still hold some weight, that she might leave them with something other than