The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 906:

“No. I was wrong!” Her voice was a fragile whisper, teetering on the edge of hysteria. “I truly know I was wrong!”

Her mind reeled with the harsh truth—if Chesney abandoned her, she would be a pariah in the industry. The thought alone was a gaping maw beneath her feet, ready to swallow her whole.

Her legs buckled, and she crumpled to the floor. Desperation turned her into a wretched creature as she crawled to Chesney, clutching at his pants. “Please, don’t leave me. What will become of me if even you reject me?”

Chesney, the esteemed vice president of the fashion council, had once seen potential in her. He had taken her as his apprentice, believing she would honor his teachings and become something great. Now, seeing her like this—pathetic, crawling at his feet—he couldn’t help but feel a mixture of disgust and pity.

She had taken his teachings and turned his trust into a weapon, striking at his own reputation. To have a student like her was nothing short of a curse.

was a harsh rasp. “The design industry thrives on originality and condemns plagiarism. You knew this. Yet you chose the

swelled within him. He thought his apprentice had

walked up to Corrine with an apologetic look. “A mentor should bear responsibility for their students’

regarded him with the same detached indifference

shifted uncomfortably under her gaze. Her coldness was more suffocating than

is a world

he nudged Adalynn with his foot.

wrong. I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have stolen your

broke, raw and pleading. With Chesney there, her pride crumbled to dust, leaving

and then spoke with crisp, cool detachment. “You will