The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 645:

Corrine projected a video from her phone onto the large screen under the tent. She slowed it down deliberately, zooming in on a specific frame before flashing a faint, mocking smile.

“Miss Seymour, your talent for staging accidents is quite something.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Judie went stiff as she struggled to steady her voice.

“How do I know you didn’t tamper with that footage to set me up?”

A slow, lazy voice cut through the tension.

“And what about him?” Heads turned. Jules strolled toward them at an unhurried pace, one hand casually tucked into his pocket. Despite his leisurely pace, his presence was commanding.

Behind him trailed a visibly trembling waiter. The young man looked petrified, his wide eyes darting nervously around the gathering. He barely recognized anyone aside from a few prominent socialites. His legs felt like lead, locking him in place, and it was clear he had never been caught in a spectacle like this before.

Jules barely spared him a glance before gripping his shoulder and yanking him forward, shoving him into the spotlight. The waiter stumbled, barely catching himself before landing face-first onto the grass.

a cigarette, Jules flicked his lighter with a slow, practiced motion. The flame caught, and he

voice was calm, detached, but

lip, curling

g𝒶𝗅𝑛0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺, 𝗿𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓱 𝓷𝓮𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓬𝒉𝓮𝓢

don’t know what

the ash from his

carefully before

unyielding, a stare that could freeze

clenched her teeth,

and ruined my dress. I already told you everything. There’s nothing

felt something sink in his chest—disappointment, sharp and bitter. He had held onto a sliver of hope, but now, as he looked at her, all he saw was a woman clinging

message was clear—he wanted no part in

had been piecing the puzzle together, and now, the

did

Darnley Perry stammered, his face pale as a sheet of paper, his forehead damp

Judie, who