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.

Miss Dixon went through something like that? Being raped by her own father.

things out. She was given a brilliant mind but also a

sudden chuckle sliced through the murmurs. The sound was chilling. The room fell silent. Every head snapped

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

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

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in their eyes as they exchanged uneasy glances. Their faces

so silently? Had she overheard everything

impending doom settled over them,

walked away, dismissing

the break

that ambiguous chuckle? Or

with the high ponytail swallowed

Miss

“Who knows?” someone muttered.

began to hope the storm had

a notice of criticism, reprimanding them for slacking off