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?”

then, the sales clerk who had assisted Corrine earlier approached, carefully handing the black gold

a small nod of

the card. “Is that a black gold

of amusement

crept across Andromache’s flawlessly made-up face. “Did Nate

of exclusivity, granted only to a select few. Money alone wasn’t enough to obtain one; the approval process was rigorous, scrutinizing not just financial standing

emblem of unparalleled privilege. Those who held one gained

family, Andromache had never met the

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on Corrine, sweeping over her with quiet scrutiny, as if searching for the missing piece in an otherwise incomprehensible puzzle. The Ford family might be the wealthiest in Lyhaton, their influence

her mind, the Lyhaton wealthiest family title was nothing more than an ephemeral crown, one

the sleek card. A faint,