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

time… you’ll bear the

that, she took Carl’s arm and turned to

𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙤: 𝗀𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧸𝗰𝗼𝗺

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

family raised you to where you stand today. If the Ford family falls, who will even spare you a second glance? Do you

spilling out unchecked. But she failed to notice

be nothing more than everyone’s whore—” A sharp crack rang through the air

blood formed at the corner of her mouth, and a

her stinging hand to relieve the

someone so shameless

to meet his cold, unreadable stare. It was predatory—like a hunter sizing up its next kill,