The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 821:

Then, shifting her gaze to the audience, she said, “I think we should all give Mr. Ashton a round of applause.”

The hall erupted with applause, thunderous and unrelenting.

Leah had been swept up in the intoxicating thrill of Bruce dropping thirty million on a ring for her. The sheer extravagance of it had momentarily clouded her thoughts. But as the room erupted in thunderous applause, reality crept back in, slicing through her euphoria like a cold blade.

Something felt off.

Her gaze snapped upward, locking onto Corrine, seated in a private box across from her. The woman’s lips curled into a knowing smile, her brows arching ever so slightly. The glint in her eyes was unmistakable—a silent taunt, a deliberate provocation.

A chill prickled down Leah’s spine. Her suspicions solidified in an instant. Her fingers curled into fists, nails biting into her palms.

to win those bids. Instead, she had laid a perfectly crafted trap, one that

Leah’s chest, stoking an urgent desire to confront

it too. Corrine’s

the ring. Her goal had been something else entirely. To drive the price sky-high. Without her interference, he could have secured

Thirty million.

from buying the ring for Leah, so she had found another way

g𝒶𝗅𝑛0ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.𝗰𝗈𝗺, 𝗿𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓱 𝓷𝓮𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓬𝒉𝓮𝓢

Petty revenge—fueled by jealousy.

feign indifference all she wanted, but her actions spoke louder than

brooding thoughts, Corrine met his hostile gaze with an infuriatingly serene smile. Her voice, light and laced with mockery, drifted through the air. “Mr. Ashton, your

razor-sharp edge in her

Burgess is

a ring—now that