The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 625:

After all, the hall was filled with young heirs, accustomed to sweet words and gentle strokes to their egos, not the bitter sting of insults. Had it been anyone else who made such a remark, a fight would have surely erupted by now.

But the one casting the barb was none other than Jules—a real Ford. No matter the bitterness welling in their hearts, they were all forced to wear smiles that were more forced than a puppet’s, biting back their pride like a bitter pill.

The air in the room felt suffocating, as though the walls themselves were closing in.

Just as the tension seemed unbearable, a staff member stepped into the room, announcing that lunch was ready, inviting everyone to move to the dining hall. Like a breath of fresh air, the mood lightened, and the crowd began to shuffle toward the next room.

Carl led the charge, flanked by the heads of the Seymour, Hoffman, and Brooks families, their footsteps echoing in the hall.

Corrine, however, trailed behind them, strolling at her own unhurried pace, as though the urgency of the moment had no power over her. Jules, noticing her deliberate slowness, matched his steps with hers, as if afraid she might grow weary of the proceedings.

His eyes quickly scanned her outfit, and he clicked his tongue in clear disapproval.

you’re wearing? It’s one thing to dress like

here is striving to outshine the next, yet you make no effort. It’s such a waste of

some of the other women,

eyebrow, her voice light but sharp as she replied, “Last I checked, there’s no official dress code for today. Besides, they’re here to chase after a marriage of convenience. I don’t need

Jules

by a lion doesn’t concern herself with the scraps thrown

for the younger members were at the far end of the table, though Corrine was the exception, granted

and the other

her,”

flirtatious smile. No wonder the men of the Ford

How else could she

it down! What if Carl