The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 370:

The realization of Corrine’s calculated malice struck Leah like a physical blow. This explained the subtle rivalry Corrine had cultivated—she had been waiting for the perfect moment to tarnish the Burgess name.

A difficult choice lay before Leah: withdrawing would validate the rumors, but continuing the bid presented its own challenges. Her personal finances amounted to just over twenty million, portions of which were already designated for the upcoming charity event.

While she had hoped to make a statement at the charity event, Corrine’s interference had derailed those plans entirely.

The bidding had already surpassed the suit’s actual worth, making further increases financially reckless.

Leah observed Corrine carefully, searching for cracks in her adversary’s impassive facade. Was this composed exterior genuine, or merely a masterful performance? Leah’s mind raced, her teeth pressing into her bottom lip. Was there any way out of this without losing face?

If she backed down, she and Rita would be forced to kneel before Corrine and apologize. Worse still, they’d have to perform a pole dance in the middle of Modern Square. The very thought made Leah’s stomach twist with humiliation.

Then, with steely resolve, she declared, “Ten million.” In Leah’s eyes, Corrine was nothing more than a woman propped up by a wealthy benefactor. And just how deep could a man’s pockets really be when he was spending on

to Leah. There was something almost amused in her eyes, though it was laced with an

generosity, “Corrine, let’s be frank. This suit belongs to Leah—you can’t compete. We’ll overlook your presumption out of respect for old times. Just kneel, apologize, and perhaps bark like a dog. We’ll consider

offering an olive branch. But Corrine knew the truth—this was nothing more than a power play dressed

silence, Leah pressed

surviving in Lyhaton solely through male patronage. I almost pity your situation. Why sacrifice everything over a single suit

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hung in the air, their

force her into conceding. Her words hinted that Corrine’s success came from pleasing men, earning scorn

counter, Julia, who

will play out for you? Do you really believe you’re suited for being a rich man’s wife? You’re just fooling yourself!” Laughter erupted from the crowd at Julia’s