The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 800:

Leah instinctively took a step back. She had no desire to cause a scene—especially with a charity event looming that evening.

“Miss Holland, what do you say?” Andromache finally turned to Corrine. “Name your price.”

Corrine’s smile remained unwavering. “Apologies, but I don’t lack money.”

Her gaze flickered over Andromache as she continued, “Besides, Ms. Hopkins, with your fuller figure, this dress might not be the best fit.” Her tone was all innocence, her words seemingly well-meaning, as though she were offering a friendly piece of advice. But the underlying message was clear.

Andromache’s face went rigid, her teeth grinding together. “Miss Holland, you seem awfully confident about your own figure.”

Corrine merely lifted a brow. “The proof is right here, isn’t it?”

carefully handing the black gold card back

it with a

narrowed sharply, locking onto the card. “Is that a

remained calm, though a faint flicker of amusement danced

across Andromache’s flawlessly made-up face. “Did Nate give it to

only to a select few. Money alone wasn’t enough to obtain one; the approval process was rigorous, scrutinizing not

stratified according to their assessed worth, with the black gold cards reigning supreme—an emblem of unparalleled privilege. Those who held one gained unrestricted access to

Hopkins family, Andromache had never met the requirements to

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puzzle. The Ford family might be the wealthiest in Lyhaton, their influence towering over

than an ephemeral crown, one

idly tracing the edge of the sleek card. A