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.

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

betraying the unease churning beneath her poised

entourage began to walk away from the venue. She decided to

drifted into the distance, Rita’s composure shattered. From nowhere, a knife

shouted, calling for help as the crowd

𝓬𝓱𝒂𝓹𝓉𝓮𝓇𝓈 𝓏𝓮𝓻𝗈

blade from her grip

Rita’s voice was raw.

Slap!

a red imprint on Rita’s cheek. Her eyes were cold, her

composure, Tracy said, “Take her back to the Ashton mansion. She is not to

shrill and broken. “I’m your daughter! You cannot abandon me! No one knows how much I have suffered—but you do!

Tracy’s chest,