The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1187:

Leaning against the marble balustrade, Corrine tilted her head slightly, a slow, knowing smile playing on her crimson lips. Her gaze shimmered with derision.

“Farris is getting old, and the Ashton family is already teetering on the brink of collapse. With that kind of wealth at stake, another heir will make sure Bruce and his parents get a larger share of the inheritance.”

“I see.” Karina’s voice grew quieter, contemplative. “But correct me if I’m wrong—when you married Bruce, didn’t Farris transfer all of his shares to you?”

Before Corrine could respond, a sudden crash shattered the night.

Corrine’s expression hardened in an instant. Without a word, she spun on her heel and strode into the hallway, her movements sharp with purpose. The corridor stretched before her, eerily silent. Only the faint glimmer of broken porcelain littering the floor hinted at a disturbance.

Her gaze lifted, sweeping toward the far end of the hallway. A flicker of suspicion curled in her chest.

cut through the quiet, her concern evident even through the video call. She had noticed the

masking any worry that might betray her. Forcing a small smile, she waved a dismissive hand. “Nothing. A servant must have knocked over a

chatting with Karina until she heard footsteps behind her. Corrine straightened, her senses sharpening. “Let’s end the call for now. I will discuss with

“Alright,” Karina said reluctantly.

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usual air of nonchalance intact. With a subtle flick of his fingers, he gestured toward the

gave a nod, falling into step beside him as they moved toward the greenery. “Did you find anything on what I asked

photograph of her mother, Corrine

the image was equally determined to keep her in the dark. The investigation request had been retracted almost immediately, leaving her

stick of gum from his pocket, flipping it into

few seconds. Not long, but long enough for Lone Ranger