The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 447:

Corrine’s lashes trembled as she gazed up at him.

“You’ve never been anything less than essential,” she whispered, her voice thick with honesty.

A low, satisfied laugh rumbled in Nate’s chest.

“So you’ve learned at last,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers as the tension between them built to a crescendo.

But fate had different plans for Rita.

The carefully arranged tower of champagne flutes collapsed with a cacophony of shattering crystals.

The devastating crash drew every eye in the room.

“What in the world happened?”

“How dreadful!”

the

like daggers, each one leaving its mark on Rita’s burning cheeks. She stood frozen in the wreckage, her perfectly manicured nails carving crescents into her palms as

Bruce pushed through the

humiliate Corrine had backfired spectacularly—instead of lying in ruins, Corrine stood wrapped in the arms of the man Rita

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blazing in Rita’s eyes and allowed her smile to sharpen. Karma had

a victorious laugh, she threaded her arm through Nate’s, ready to

fingers snagged the hem of her

snake! You

Corrine’s laugh dripped with honeyed

this would have happened. Creating chaos and pointing fingers? That might work elsewhere, but today is the Archers’ wedding anniversary celebration and the charity event.

hit Bruce like

come to secure Calan’s investment—Rita’s spectacle threatened to destroy everything. Worse, the evidence of her guilt was