The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 551:

Wrapped in each other’s warmth, they drifted into sleep, cocooned in the moment.

The next morning, Corrine arrived at the company, her sharp gaze immediately catching the commotion outside. A cluster of reporters loitered near the entrance.

Her brows knitted together. She turned to the security team stationed at the entrance.

“What are these people doing here?”

“They’ve been waiting since early morning, saying they want to interview Miss Dixon,” one of the guards informed her.

A glint of cold calculation flashed in Corrine’s eyes.

“Get rid of them.”

“Yes, Miss Holland.”

Without another glance, she strode toward the top floor. As she neared the break room, hushed voices drifted through the slightly open door.

something like that? Being raped by her own father. That

things out. She was given a brilliant mind but

chuckle sliced through the murmurs. The sound was chilling. The room fell silent. Every head snapped up, eyes wide with

the doorway of the break room, her once-charming features now hardened into an icy mask. A chill radiated

the room. Everyone felt it—the tightness in their chests, the lump in their throats that refused

𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁:

flickered in their eyes as they exchanged

so silently? Had she overheard everything they had just

settled over them,

away, dismissing the moment as if

employees in the break room were

that ambiguous chuckle? Or had it

with the high

you think Miss Holland meant

“Who knows?” someone muttered.

as they began to hope the storm had passed,

criticism, reprimanding them for slacking off and spreading