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.

bitterness gnawing at her. “Oh, nothing. I

five percent of your company’s market value, I’ve had no reason to struggle. Life has been

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

suitable match had become an impossible task—no respectable family would consider her, not even the ones of lesser standing. Then, to Tracy’s utter humiliation, it was discovered that Rita was

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with no choice but to arrange for a quiet abortion. Rita had suffered. And Tracy had suffered right alongside her daughter. But she had no one

an open wound. Her rage flared, a wildfire behind her eyes, her body trembling with

ended up like this! You’re spiteful, Corrine. And people like

Corrine’s icy voice cut through the