The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 628:

“I heard you were hospitalized recently,” she remarked, her voice smooth and unhurried.

“You seem in good spirits now, so I assume your recovery has gone well.”

For the briefest moment, Carl’s eyes flickered with an unreadable glint. He had gone to great lengths to keep his hospitalization under wraps, wary of unnecessary speculation and the unrest it might stir within the company. Only his immediate family and Quentin had been privy to the truth. But Andromache, who seemed to know everything, had casually thrown it into the open, making a calculated display of her reach and influence.

“The Ford family has long maintained its dominance in Lyhaton, largely thanks to your efforts, Mr. Ford,” she continued, her words precise.

“But time catches up with all of us, does it not? Perhaps it is time to consider stepping down, letting someone else take the reins. A decision like that would only enhance your reputation for wisdom and foresight.”

A chill settled over the room. The younger attendees exchanged quick glances, curiosity flickering in their eyes, along with a quiet, unspoken amusement. For decades, the Ford family had ruled Lyhaton, their wealth and power forming an unshakable empire. Some admired them, others envied them, and a few had long waited for the day their reign would begin to wane. Andromache had just voiced what many secretly wished to see.

capable of filling my grandfather’s shoes?” Corrine leaned forward, resting her arm on the table. Her slender fingers traced the edge of a silver steak knife, the metal

Corrine’s stare,

– 𝓢𝓮𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻

the wealthiest is nothing more

belongs to the Ford family. Tomorrow, it could just as easily belong to another. Do

she left no room for ambiguity. She was openly declaring that the title of the richest family in Lyhaton was up for

blade caught the glow of the crystal chandelier, flashing coldly—though not nearly as cold as the glint in her

among most people. She had earned that

his mind racing ahead to the worst possibilities. Would Corrine

but the air around her had shifted. Gone was her usual air of poised elegance. Instead,

a moment, Moses was reminded