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.

is what you’re wearing? It’s one thing to dress

Every other woman here is striving to outshine the next, yet you make

dresses flaunted by some of the other women,

“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

Jules

lion doesn’t concern herself with the scraps thrown

The designated seats for the younger members were at the far end of the table, though Corrine was the exception, granted the honor of sitting

the other

at her,” one

the men of the Ford family are so

tricks up her sleeve. How else could she have weaseled her way

What if Carl