The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 284

Chapter 284 Who Are You Calling Refuse

Upon hearing this, Julia's expression darkened with barely contained fury. "Are you deliberately provoking chaos? Here I am, offering you a dignified exit, yet you hurl my generosity back with such contempt! The mere sleeve of this outfit surpasses the worth of your entire wardrobe! Step aside before I summon security!"

"Have your principles become so cheaply bought that you'd abandon them to curry favor

with these two?"

Corrine's countenance transformed into an icy mask, her penetrating gaze seeming to slice through Julia's very being.

Her voice emerged unnaturally serene, stripped of emotion, yet carrying an unseen weight that sent ripples of discomfort through the gathering.

Julia's commanding presence withered visibly under that steely gaze.

Seeing Julia's confidence faltering, Rita stepped forward, indignation coloring her words. "Corrine, has your thirst for attention grown so desperate? Must you perpetually contest everything Leah desires? These theatrical displays to seize the spotlight have become nothing short of repulsive!"

Leah's teeth grazed her lower lip delicately as concern clouded her features. "Miss Holland, our tastes seem perpetually aligned. While I typically wouldn't mind yielding, Bruce's upcoming social event demands something exceptional. Might you consider stepping aside this once?"

Corrine released a chilling laugh that held no warmth. "You may be content to scavenge through refuse for treasures, but I maintain higher standards."

A shadow fell across Leah's frozen smile as she lowered her gaze, masking the tempest of rage building within.

woman. How dare Corrine subject her to such

calling refuse?" Rita snapped from

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eyebrow arched ever so slightly. "Who indeed do you imagine I

her expression spoke volumes, indicating she was

fury before a calculating gleam entered her eyes. "Since you're so determined to claim this outfit, perhaps we should

onto Rita,

you agree?"

war-highest offer claims victory. Perfectly reasonable, wouldn't Rita preened, malicious triumph dancing in her eyes. "Should you fail, however, you'll kneel, apologize, crawl before us and bark like a dog. How does

confidence radiated as she

contain her excitement, Rita pressed on. "Why so quiet? Has fear gotten the

measured calm, "Very well, I'll indulge your game. Should I lose,

you lose..."

Rita interrupted impulsively, certainty flooding her

understood intimately how wealthy men preferred

spread, it

and her companion would

smile played across Corrine's lips.

fixing their attention on Corrine, anticipating

slightly. "Who indeed

her expression spoke volumes, indicating she