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.

swiftly grabbed Callie’s wrist. Surprise flashed in Callie’s eyes, her gaze filled

only to find Corrine’s grip firm and

do? Hit me

“Release me right now!”

smile, Corrine responded, “I hope

could even process what Corrine meant, Corrine abruptly let

Callie’s lips as she tumbled awkwardly to the floor,

at her, an almost theatrical expression of surprise painted

could you be so clumsy?” Her tone was sweet as honey yet sharp as a blade, an unmistakable edge

glistened with barely restrained fury as

aunt about this, and we’ll see how she

family, a girl who had been cradled by privilege, revered by many, envied by more. Since childhood, she had

arched a brow, her relaxed stance belying the edge beneath her

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

the briefest moment, and instinctively, she