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.

through something like

was given a brilliant mind

sliced through the murmurs. The sound was chilling.

her once-charming features now hardened into an icy mask. A chill radiated

suffocating tension gripped the room. Everyone felt it—the tightness in their chests, the lump in their throats that refused to go

𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳

as they exchanged uneasy glances. Their faces drained of

their CEO approached so silently? Had she

weight of impending doom settled over them, yet Corrine acted as if nothing

word, she withdrew her gaze and walked away, dismissing the moment as if

the break room were

chuckle? Or had it been

with the high ponytail

you think Miss Holland meant by

“Who knows?” someone muttered.

as they began to hope the

a notice of criticism, reprimanding them for slacking off and