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.

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