The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 470:

Feigning innocence, Leah stepped forward.

“Miss Holland, no one wants to accuse an innocent person, but we also cannot ignore wrongdoing. This is not meant to target you, but I am sure you understand why we need to be thorough. The necklace is very dear to me—Bruce bought it for me at the recent Forreal auction.” She sighed, pressing a delicate hand to her chest.

“I truly have no choice.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.

A murmur rippled through the crowd, their expressions shifting as realization dawned. Corrine. Bruce. Leah. Everyone knew the tangled history between them. Perhaps Corrine, driven by jealousy, had stolen the necklace out of spite?

Curiosity flickered across their faces, eyes darting toward Corrine’s door, waiting for the inevitable confrontation.

Inside, Corrine’s lips curved into a smirk. She exhaled sharply and threw off the covers.

“I will go out and see what this nonsense is about. Stay here and do not move,” she instructed, grabbing the robe draped at the foot of the bed before heading for the door.

open the door. But before anyone

robe loosely tied at the waist. The soft fabric slipped just enough

into the trap. A victorious gleam flickered in her eyes before she quickly masked

love

said

slow, mocking smile playing

you really think an apology makes

almost amused, but the sharp edge in her words did not go unnoticed. She glanced around at

audience, your sincerity feels a little…

flashing through

of concern. There is no

head, eyes glinting

by that logic, I should be grateful for the

a cornered animal, her

lip, her gaze flitting toward Bruce, her expression softening into something fragile—deliberate,