The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 622:

The two old friends exchanged light jabs, their camaraderie clear as they caught up. Meanwhile, Corrine stood quietly off to the side, a nagging feeling in her gut that there was more going on with this gathering than met the eye.

“Corrine, don’t just stand there. Go inside and join the crowd. There are plenty of promising young men here today.” Quentin grinned, urging her on.

With Carl’s encouragement, Corrine gathered her courage and stepped forward, making her way inside the estate.

It was well-known among the city’s elite that the Ford family had a young lady who bore a different surname, but the mystery surrounding her was as thick as fog. No one knew her name, nor had anyone ever glimpsed her face. For years, Carl had kept her hidden away, treating her with the utmost care, as though she were a rare jewel that no one was allowed to admire. His overprotection only deepened the intrigue, fueling whispers and speculations.

Now, with rumors circulating that the young lady might make an appearance at this business event, the crowd buzzed with anticipation, their eyes eagerly searching for the mysterious woman.

“She’s already this late. Does she think she’s too good to show up?” a voice mocked, cutting through the murmurs.

after all, she’s not a true Ford. No matter how much her maternal family may coddle her, she’ll never be a real member of the family,” another voice

plain? Unremarkable, perhaps? Otherwise, why would Carl keep her hidden all these years?” came

and landed squarely in Corrine’s ears. She raised her gaze, her eyes narrowing as

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such a manner. Before the conversation could continue, Karina interjected sharply, her voice cutting through the murmurs, “If someone like you, with no real standing, dares to show up, why wouldn’t she?”

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to respond, but then her gaze flickered to the entrance, her eyes widening in recognition. She

a low exclamation, whispered, “You

a brow slightly, her lips curling into a faint