The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 907:

Not long ago, they had ridiculed and scorned Corrine, convinced that she could never be the renowned designer Corry of the Redamancg brand.

So this was a shock—a stiffening shock.

They had always viewed her as nothing more than a penniless country girl, someone who had stumbled into Lyhaton by Bruce’s sheer charity. They had believed she lacked the sophistication, the connections, and the pedigree to ever truly belong. Had Bruce not taken her in, she would have faded into obscurity.

No matter how intelligent she was, her background had been deemed unsuitable for Bruce. She had nothing to offer the Ashton family—no wealth, no status, no strategic advantage.

Time and again, they had schemed to drive a wedge between her and Bruce, hoping to cast her out before she could latch on too tightly.

But fate had unfolded differently. Corrine had blossomed not only as the owner of Timeless Treasures but also as the renowned designer Corry of Redamancg. The truth was out in the open now. Had they known then who she truly was, they would have clung to her with desperate fingers. Now, regret was a poison that spread quietly among them.

the room, like an ocean breeze on a stifling day. Her eyes landed on Leah and Bruce. “Ms. Burgess, Mr. Ashton—your love is true. I wish you both endless happiness. I even prepared a small gift, one I believe

twitched, a muscle spasm betraying the unease

from the venue. She decided to bid farewell to Willa before leaving

into the distance, Rita’s composure shattered. From nowhere, a knife glinted in her hand. “You bitch! I’ll kill you!” she screamed,

shouted, calling for help as the

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blade from her grip until the metal

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a red imprint on Rita’s cheek. Her eyes were cold, her voice like stone. “You have truly disappointed me.” She drew in a slow

her back to the Ashton

“I’m your daughter! You cannot abandon me! No one knows how much

dug into Tracy’s chest,