The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 646:

“Lies!” Judie cut in sharply, her voice rising.

“Why would I do that? I have no reason to! This is a setup! A blatant attempt to slander me! I’m calling the police!”

Darnley froze at the mention of the authorities.

Then, as if remembering something, he fumbled into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

“I have a recording!”

The recording—originally intended as a safeguard to ensure Judie could not break her promise—had become Darnley’s only ticket to salvation. Every word in the recording rang out with damning clarity. Judie had instructed the waiter, Darnley, to deliberately collide with Corrine, and she had promised to pay him handsomely.

A wave of contempt rolled through the crowd, each disdainful glance cutting deeper than the last.

Corrine, yet she was the one pulling

by her side, and she played us

installed cameras this

was this wicked? Forcing Miss Holland to strip in public? Jealousy

whispers grew into an unbearable storm, their sharp edges slicing through Judie’s

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with rage and humiliation. A bitter heat crawled up her neck, suffocating her. It felt as though she were standing naked before them, stripped of every ounce of power, every last shred of dignity. Their eyes bored into her like knives, pinning her down in a moment she could neither escape nor

eyebrow,

Seymour, do you have anything

if an invisible hand had wrapped around it, squeezing the words from her

tension. Karina, watching from the sidelines, tilted her head with a

it? Keep going. Keep lying. You had plenty to say before—where did all that

into fists, her nails biting into her skin. A furious glare burned in her eyes as

flicked to the nearby trash can. Jules exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his voice