The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 652:

“You’re right.”

There was no undoing what had already unfolded. It was like trying to force toothpaste back into its tube—utterly futile.

Even if an attempt was made to smooth things over, the Ford family would only find themselves mired in deeper scrutiny.

It was wiser to let the situation play out. This way, Corrine could solidify her authority, and it could serve as a stark warning to those who dared to covet the Ford family’s position.

The message was clear. The Ford family was not to be trifled with. This calculated move—turning Judie into an example—was a masterstroke.

And at the most crucial moment, Carl had intervened, ensuring the Seymour family’s dignity remained intact. Quentin would undoubtedly recognize Carl’s gesture for what it was—a token of goodwill.

Carl, ever composed, showed no outward reaction, yet the glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes did not go unnoticed.

and granddaughter exchanged a look—a

for Quentin, we’ll end this matter here,” Corrine declared, her gaze locking onto Judie. A faint smile touched her lips, but

if there’s a next time…

that, she took Carl’s arm and turned

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away. Rage and humiliation twisted inside her, boiling over, transforming into something ugly and uncontrollable. At last, unable to contain herself, she

are you so proud of? You’re nothing but an outsider! The Ford family raised you to where you stand today. If the Ford family falls, who will even spare you a second glance? Do you really

spilling out unchecked. But she failed to notice the ominous shift in Nate’s expression—the shards of ice in

be nothing more than everyone’s whore—” A sharp crack rang through the air before she could finish. Judie’s head snapped to the side,

formed at the corner of her mouth, and a searing handprint

stinging hand to

someone so shameless in my

unreadable stare. It was predatory—like a hunter sizing up its next kill, sending a