The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 840:

If Corrine truly was the legendary Corry, then how could she present herself in such an unimpressive manner today? Given her stature and influence in the fashion world, such a lack of refinement seemed almost unfathomable. Among the gathered onlookers, no one understood Corrine’s history better than Danna.

Leah had once confided in her about Corrine’s origins—how she was born into the Holland family in Pinetree City, only to be cast out at a young age. Abandoned by her immediate family, she was sent to a remote, impoverished village under her maternal grandfather’s care. No one knew how, but fate eventually carried her to Lyhaton. There, she encountered Bruce and pursued him with relentless determination for six months. She had spent three long years with the Ashton family, and when that was not enough, she had even resorted to leveraging the company’s interests to force Bruce into marriage.

If she truly was Corry, the celebrated designer admired by the industry’s elite, why would she have gone to such desperate lengths to cling to a man? The murmurs around them grew louder, carrying skepticism and doubt, and for the first time that evening, Danna felt a wave of relief. She inhaled deeply, steadying herself, and then turned to Corrine with sharp, probing eyes.

“You claim to be the mysterious designer Corry,” she challenged, her voice dripping with condescension. “Then why not prove it? Show us your past design drafts—let us compare them. Or better yet, show us some dresses now. Let us see for ourselves who is real and who is nothing but a fraud!”

A woman in a pink strapless gown scoffed, seizing the moment to add fuel to the fire. “I doubt she has any proof. If she did, she would have presented it by now instead of relying on empty words.” The crowd erupted.

entire hall became a chorus of

that does

is a fact that Danna’s dress was torn—we all saw it happen! If you truly are Corry, you should provide evidence. Without it, not only should you apologize for your baseless claims, but you

𝓵𝖆𝖙𝖾𝓈𝖙 сɧ𝖺ρ𝗍𝖊𝗋𝓈 𝔾α𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺

soared as Corrine remained silent. She

had briefly lost. “Mr. Hopkins, I do not understand why Miss Holland

cut through

turned in unison, eyes locking onto the approaching figure. A woman in a flowing white dress stepped forward. Her delicate frame exuded a quiet strength, and though she seemed fragile, it was as if an invisible force stood behind her, giving her presence undeniable gravity. A ripple of

is she?”

Fashion Competition Newcomer Award! Word has it that several luxury brands tried to recruit her with sky-high