The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 478:

Meanwhile, inside the room, Rita lay sprawled on the floor, her body a pitiful mess of bruises and torn clothing. She had been reduced to something barely human.

If not for the seething hatred burning inside her—the unyielding rage directed at Corrine—she would have already succumbed to the pain.

The door was now wide open, exposing the twisted scene to the crowd.

Summoning the last of her strength, Rita shoved the man on top of her off with a choked gasp.

“Corrine! I’ll kill you! I swear, I’ll kill you!”

Her shrill cries shattered the eerie stillness of the hall.

All eyes snapped toward Corrine.

Bruce’s entire body radiated fury as he turned to face her, his eyes flashing like a storm ready to break.

“Corrine, what the hell is going on here?”

could respond, Rita, trembling and wide-eyed,

tricked me into coming here last

breath hitched in

ruin me—to disgrace our family! Bruce, you have

threw herself

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reaction halted Rita’s desperate

off the walls and piercing the

Corrine with glacial stares, their collective hostility sharp enough to cut through

composure, her voice steady and

accused me of framing you, but where’s

weeping subsided momentarily as the weight of those words

vacant gaze settled on Corrine’s unwavering figure, and

the surveillance system herself earlier, and without that footage, her accusations against Corrine held no

moment

of Rita

to use this incident