The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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“She certainly did,” Marcia replied, stretching languidly. She wandered to the edge of the balcony and leaned against the railing. Her long nails toyed with the tender leaves of a nearby potted plant, plucking one off with idle cruelty. “Emily does not know how to appreciate loyalty. She never has.”

“Don’t worry,” Nolan said. “You will be rewarded.”

Marcia opened her mouth to say more, but the call dropped before she could get another word in. Frustration flashed across her face for a moment, only to fade as a new notification blinked on her phone screen. It was from the bank.

Her expression shifted. Indeed, her career at Ford Group was promising, and the benefits offered by the company could tempt anyone. Still, in the end, working beneath someone always meant dancing to their tune, adjusting to every whim and impulse.

It was far better to carve her own path—launch her own company, take control, and finally call the shots.

a bold switch herself, jumping ship from Burgess Group to Ford Group. And she had not done it cleanly—she

seemed, was simply learning from the

creak echoed faintly from the balcony next door. The sliding door opened slowly,

Her gaze drifted toward the adjacent balcony, cold and piercing. “Did you hear everything just now?” she

as though words had been caught in her throat and refused

had already backed her into a corner with threats, and now this—her own roommate was one of his puppets

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around for days, lying awake at night, guilty that her tossing and turning might have been disturbing Marcia’s rest. All along, it was a waste of guilt. Nolan had been pulling strings from the start, and she had danced to

the police station, Corrine sat stiffly in a metal chair, her wrists

from her. One of them flipped through a thick folder with slow, deliberate movements before finally speaking. “Corrine