The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1642:

Corrine remembered Wendy well—a woman who wore her ambition like perfume—thick, unmistakable, and impossible to ignore. But ambition without grace? That was Wendy’s flaw. Overconfidence had a way of making even the sharpest blade brittle.

Corrine had no interest in Blue Core Technology’s internal power plays. She was only here as a favor to Jules, helping entertain Taylor and his team.

Anything outside of that was noise—unwelcome and unnecessary. She shot Wendy a flat look.

“I do not think we have anything to discuss.”

But Wendy took the cold dismissal as something else entirely. Unease, perhaps. A crack in the facade.

Her expression shifted, eyes narrowing. She lifted her chin slightly, her body language laced with superiority.

“Miss Holland, are you not curious about the rumors swirling outside?”

Corrine’s brow creased.

She had spent the entire morning humoring Taylor with one game after another. News and whispers had had no time to reach her, nor had she gone looking for them.

Wendy went on without waiting.

at the time, but maybe they were right. You are sharp, Miss Holland. I get it. We are both women. We know the game. The corporate world is

to take root—stories

Corrine slip something into

detail of her and Taylor entering a hotel together the previous night, the puzzle pieces had

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gossip directly, Corrine could see

faint smile tugged at Corrine’s lips, cool and without

this

return to Ford Group, leaving Blue Core Technology and

sparkled with malice. “People who try to play both sides always get burned. Sure, you’ve brought in benefits. Maybe you even impressed Jules. But you? You are not the kind of person he will ever truly trust. Once Taylor is gone, where does

calm, laced with steel. “I have far more options than you. You do not need

turned to leave, Wendy narrowed her eyes

really going to reject goodwill and

and startlingly

something about that gaze made Wendy

those eyes, silent but potent, like a blade pressed lightly to her neck. Wendy’s breath hitched. The

into a faint, mocking smirk. Her voice was flat

mistake politeness for