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.

grandfather and granddaughter exchanged a look—a fleeting yet

Corrine declared, her gaze locking onto Judie. A faint smile touched her lips,

there’s a next time… you’ll bear the

took Carl’s

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walk away. Rage and humiliation twisted inside her, boiling over, transforming into something ugly and uncontrollable.

you stand today. If

in her voice sharpened with each syllable, her bitterness spilling out unchecked. But she failed

the air

the corner of her mouth,

her stinging hand to relieve the

someone so shameless

her burning cheek, her wide eyes flickering toward Nate—only to meet his cold, unreadable stare. It was predatory—like a hunter sizing up its next kill, sending a