The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 698:

Leah took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the floor in an attempt to smother the fire of jealousy that threatened to burn through her. When she lifted her eyes again, her expression softened into a practiced, apologetic smile.

“Miss Holland, I’m truly sorry. I didn’t realize this incident was tied to me,” she said, her words carrying an air of contrition.

She believed she had humbled herself sufficiently, but Corrine remained absorbed in reading the instructions on a bottle of medicinal spray, a scene that left Leah’s smile hanging stiffly, like a mask unable to conceal her growing irritation.

Andromache, noticing the tension, gave Leah a knowing glance before turning to Nate.

“Nate,” she began, her tone smooth and conciliatory, “this incident was caused by Leah’s assistant’s rash actions. Thankfully, it didn’t lead to anything irreversible. Given the assistant’s remorse, perhaps we can consider letting this matter rest?”

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did not flinch. He continued peeling his apple, unaffected by her words, as though he hadn’t even heard her. The room, thick with unspoken tension, seemed to hang

more and more like a puppet in this silent drama, could barely contain the fury rising within her. Her face flushed with embarrassment and anger, and in a split second, she slapped her assistant across the face, her hand crackling

the assistant collapsed onto the floor in a tangled mess, a thin stream of blood staining the corner

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Corrine before she gave

up to it? Hiding like a frightened turtle in its shell—what’s the point of that? You want me to apologize on your behalf? Is that it? Does it fill you with satisfaction to see me grovel? You deserved this slap. I offered you a way out, but you dug in your heels. You asked

seemed aimed at the assistant’s failure to apologize, it was clear, upon closer

imperceptible smile playing at the corners of her lips. To her, Corrine was nothing more than a pampered child, shielded by the indulgence of others, ungrateful for the handouts she’d been given. Andromache had come here with Leah to apologize, to offer Corrine respect. Yet, seeing the

Corrine did