The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 700:

She was afraid. No—terrified. She knew one thing: if she shattered this fragile pretense of civility now, she might not make it out of this room.

Leah stood frozen, unease prickling along her spine. Her heartbeat thundered in her chest, yet she dared not exhale too loudly.

A long silence stretched between them before Andromache, in a sudden burst of fury, kicked the assistant sprawled on the floor. Her composure cracked as she barked, “What are you waiting for? Apologize immediately!”

The assistant jolted, scrambling to bow.

“Miss Holland, I’m terribly sorry! Everything today was my fault. If you forgive me, I’ll take full responsibility and turn myself in.”

Corrine, who had been silent, finally lifted her gaze. She studied the assistant for a moment before speaking.

“I hope you keep your word.”

Leah let out a quiet breath of relief. The assistant caught the flicker of expression on her face and quickly nodded.

“Yes, Miss Holland. I swear I will.”

We won’t disturb you further,” Leah scrambled

again, as if she hadn’t

faint smile faded, but before she could react, Andromache scoffed, saying, “Let’s go.” She strode out, Leah and the assistant trailing

chuckled, shaking

𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

Andromache’s licking her wounds. She’ll probably go cry to her

Zack smirked.

way? We should

A crease formed between her brows, concern flickering in

protected her today, and while that filled her with warmth, she didn’t

reached for

“Grandma will understand.”

more than once

letting

around so fast

Haven’t you learned