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?”

who had assisted Corrine earlier approached, carefully handing the black gold card back to her. “Ma’am, please keep this

it with a small

onto the card. “Is

flicker of amusement danced in her

made-up face. “Did Nate give

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 not just financial standing but influence, connections, and an unspoken hierarchy known only

cards reigning supreme—an emblem of unparalleled privilege. Those who held one gained unrestricted access to luxury venues, doors opening before them without question, their status

family, Andromache had never met

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scrutiny, as if searching for the missing piece in an otherwise incomprehensible puzzle. The Ford family might be the wealthiest in Lyhaton, their influence towering over others, but Andromache found it hard to believe that Corrine, of all people, had secured a black gold card on her own. No—there had to be

title was nothing more than an ephemeral crown, one that could shift with the tides

the sleek card. A faint, knowing smile curved her lips. “I don’t