The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Jules’ voice came through the receiver, low and unhurried. “Are you at the company?”

“Yes,” she replied coolly. “Why?”

“I’ll explain when I see you,” he said, then hung up before she could press further.

She tucked the phone away and returned to her work, losing herself in spreadsheets and documents until Jules strolled in.

He stopped a few feet from her desk, watching her for a moment with mild disbelief. “I will never understand why you work yourself to the bone when you could be basking in comfort as the Ford heiress.”

With the Ford empire behind her, Corrine had every reason to coast through life, living off generational wealth and prestige. Yet here she was—elbows deep in work, chasing results that did not rely on her background.

of her and gave a faint, knowing smile. “I do not feel

a finger,” Jules muttered, collapsing onto the couch like a bored prince. He flopped lazily across the backrest. “There is progress at the lab. Want to come

Corrine paused.

tests without a second thought—not because she was reckless, but because she had

eighteen. Every day since felt like a borrowed gift, a fragile extension

effects or complications. Each morning was already

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But things had changed.

coiled in her chest. What if the treatment went

have sensed the turmoil in her silence. He said nothing more, choosing instead to sit with her in