The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 398:

“Corrine, even if the Ford family shields you, you are still an outsider. I, on the other hand, am the legitimate daughter of the Hoffman family. If you so much as lay a hand on me, rest assured my family will not stand idly by.” The invocation of the Hoffman name lent her a flicker of confidence. She lifted her chin slightly, a ghost of arrogance returning to her features.

Corrine advanced at a leisurely pace, a predator savoring the moment before the pounce. With Callie pinned against the sink, she leaned in just enough to ensure her words coiled tightly around her target.

“Do you really think the Hoffman family would risk offending the Ford family for your sake? Know your place; why bring humiliation upon yourself?”

She reached up, fingers deftly smoothing Callie’s tousled hair, a gesture both maternal and condescending. She added, “Be wise, Callie. Don’t throw away all the admiration you’ve basked in since childhood. You are, after all, the brilliant and exemplary debutante, Miss Hoffman.”

Her voice was light, almost teasing, yet the words sliced through Callie like a blade wrapped in silk.

At that moment, restraint unraveled like a frayed ribbon, giving way to the tempest brewing within her—anger, resentment, and defiance that had long been smothered beneath the weight of expectation.

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and before Callie could react, Corrine seized her wrist. In one swift, practiced motion, she twisted Callie’s arm behind her back

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