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.

slap was about to land, Corrine swiftly grabbed Callie’s wrist. Surprise flashed in Callie’s eyes, her gaze filled

free her wrist, only

what are you trying to do? Hit me back?” Callie fumed,

“Release me right now!”

Corrine responded, “I hope you won’t regret

what Corrine meant, Corrine abruptly let go of

Callie’s lips as she tumbled awkwardly to the floor, the impact jarring her pride more

down at her, an almost theatrical expression of surprise painted

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

eyes glistened with barely restrained fury as she glared up

wait! I’ll tell my aunt about this, and we’ll

been cradled by privilege, revered by many, envied

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

it weren’t for my aunt’s sake, you’d still be

confidence wavered for the briefest moment, and instinctively,