The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 397:

Corrine’s eyes turned cold, her softness replaced with firm resolve.

“As an outsider, I seem to earn their affection easily. Even Aunt Chelsea suggested I share a cabin at the charity event, not you. Maybe it’s time to take a hard look at yourself, Miss Hoffman?”

Corrine’s message was unmistakable: she was the favored one, and Callie should question why.

Ever since Corrine became part of the Ford family, Chelsea had lavished her with attention and privileges.

Despite her efforts, Callie had never managed to regain Chelsea’s favor, consistently facing indifference instead.

This was evident during Chelsea’s recent birthday celebration at their estate. Corrine’s retort struck deep, enraging Callie. She swung her hand, aiming a slap at Corrine’s face.

Her hand cut through the air, directed sharply toward Corrine.

Corrine swiftly grabbed Callie’s wrist. Surprise flashed in Callie’s

struggled to free her wrist, only to

are you trying to do?

“Release me right now!”

a slight smile, Corrine responded, “I hope you

process what Corrine meant, Corrine

cry escaped Callie’s lips as she tumbled awkwardly to the

her, an almost theatrical expression of surprise painted on her

Hoffman, how could you be so clumsy?” Her tone was sweet as honey yet sharp as

with barely restrained fury

tell my aunt about this, and we’ll see how she puts you

the Hoffman family, a girl who had been cradled by privilege, revered by many, envied by more.

her relaxed stance

really think that if it weren’t for my aunt’s sake, you’d still be standing here,

briefest moment,