The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 368:

“Surely the Ashton heiress can’t fall to someone without connections,” another reasoned.

“Perhaps appearances deceive,” a third cautioned.

“This woman carries herself with remarkable distinction.”

Corrine observed her opponents with serene amusement while dread crept through Leah’s consciousness. It was subtle, but Leah could sense it—like the slow tightening of an invisible noose. It felt as if she was being lured into a trap, yet she couldn’t quite pinpoint how.

Just as she was about to speak, Rita, caught up in the heat of the moment, blurted out, “Fine! Let’s make it a bet!”

From the very beginning, she had set this wager to crush Corrine completely. To her, Corrine was just a woman clinging to some wealthy benefactor, her presence in high society nothing but a fleeting illusion. And yet here she was, daring to challenge her—the heiress of the Ashton family—right in front of Leah, whose connections ran even deeper.

The terms Corrine proposed? They were nothing more than a grave she had dug for herself.

smile curled

these witnesses, no one can back

and composed. Her expression was eerily tranquil, like

gaze. She glanced at Leah and Rita. The real show was about

a live-streaming app, and aimed the camera

online—could barely contain

he said, his voice

flicking toward Matias with a chilling intensity. That single look was enough to make

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁

“It’s Miss Holland…”

the next instant, Nate took the phone

tall, graceful silhouette appeared, the usual chill in his eyes gave way to

“Sir…” Matias called out.

Nate cut in, his voice