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?”

Corrine earlier approached, carefully handing the

it with a small nod

the card. “Is that a black

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

were more than just symbols of wealth; they were badges of exclusivity, granted only to a select few. Money alone wasn’t enough to obtain one; the approval process was rigorous, scrutinizing

the black gold cards reigning supreme—an emblem of unparalleled privilege. Those who held one gained unrestricted access to luxury

the affluent Hopkins family, Andromache

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for the missing piece in an otherwise incomprehensible puzzle. The Ford family might be the wealthiest in Lyhaton, their influence towering over others, but

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