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.

to land, Corrine swiftly grabbed Callie’s wrist. Surprise flashed in Callie’s eyes, her gaze filled with shock as she stared

wrist, only to find Corrine’s grip

are you trying to do? Hit

“Release me right now!”

slight smile, Corrine responded, “I hope you won’t

frowned, but before she could even process what Corrine meant, Corrine abruptly let go of

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

peered down at her, an almost theatrical

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

glistened with barely restrained fury

tell my aunt about this,

privilege, revered by many, envied by more. Since childhood, she

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

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

confidence wavered for the briefest