The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 771:

It was no secret—she had vehemently opposed Corrine and Bruce’s relationship. She had seen Corrine as nothing more than a thorn in her side. Yet, she couldn’t deny the undeniable—Corrine’s presence in the Ashton family had brought a golden age of prosperity. Even if Tracy loathed admitting it, without Corrine, the Ashton family might have long lost its foothold in Lyhaton. Their current success had her invisible fingerprints, no doubt.

Since Corrine left, misfortune seemed to dog their every step. The steady decline of their business left Bruce burning the midnight oil. And despite Tracy’s pride, she couldn’t help but wish, in her most vulnerable moments, that Corrine had never left. But pride was a stubborn thing. Tracy comforted herself with the notion that Corrine’s background had never truly matched Bruce’s status.

After all, people like Tracy always wanted the best of both worlds. She had wanted Corrine’s loyalty, her sharp mind, her ability to steady the family’s empire—while simultaneously looking down on where she came from.

Corrine, however, was surprised. Tracy—who had once spoken to her only in clipped commands or disdainful glares—was actually addressing her.

“What do you want, Mrs. Ashton?” Corrine arched a brow, a mocking smirk curling at the edges of her lips.

all. She forced a brittle smile, concealing the bitterness gnawing at her. “Oh, nothing. I merely noticed how well you seem to be doing, Miss

compensated me with five percent of your company’s market value,

a blow. Tracy’s mask of civility cracked, and her expression twisted with fury. Those old wounds tore

become an impossible task—no respectable family would consider her, not even the ones of

𝕷𝓪𝖙𝑒𝖘𝓉 ¢հ𝖺ρ𝑡𝑒𝗋𝓈 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ⲇ𝗲𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝗈𝗆

scandal like that? It was

And Tracy had suffered right alongside her daughter. But she had no one to confide in, no outlet for the bitterness that

like salt on an open wound. Her rage flared, a wildfire behind her eyes, her body trembling

like this! You’re spiteful, Corrine. And people like you always meet their

voice cut through