The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 337:

At that moment, her phone interrupted the peacefulness with a call from Jacob.

“Miss Holland, your invitation is waiting in your private mailbox downstairs.”

“Thank you, I’ll get it soon,” Corrine responded, and then ended the call. Leaning against the tub, Corrine let her thoughts drift as the heat from the water relaxed her.

Later, dressed again, Corrine descended to the mailbox and fetched a thick, black envelope. Its classical design and red wax seal bearing the auction house’s symbol signaled its importance.

The famous auction house, Forreal, differentiated its invitations by black, gold, and silver—each color indicating a level of exclusivity, with black being the highest. Corrine held a black invitation in her hand, a sign of top-tier status.

She opened it, checked the time, and then headed back to her apartment.

In a different part of the city, Leah finally secured her own invitation and made her way to the Ashton residence. Upon entering, she immediately felt the subdued, almost melancholic mood of the place.

Tracy, coming down the stairs, met Leah with a reserved smile.

“Hello, Leah.”

replied cheerfully,

delicacy, I

gestured subtly to a

over to Leah, clasping her hand with maternal

blossom into the remarkable woman you are today—kind, thoughtful, and considerate. Bruce couldn’t ask for a

rosy blush crept across Leah’s cheeks as

it weren’t for my involvement, the Ashton family wouldn’t be facing

she interjected, “You’re not to blame for any of this. That manipulative Corrine bears full responsibility! She hasn’t just damaged your and Bruce’s reputations—she’s brought shame to the entire Ashton family. She seems to

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the family conveniently overlooked their own role—their insatiable

attitude toward Corrine sent a

upset you further,” Leah said softly. She guided Tracy to the sofa, accepting a cup of coffee

savored a sip, exhaling deeply before