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.

know the game. The corporate world is ruthless toward people like us. I am not here to tear you down—I am trying to be fair. So let me ask, woman to woman—help me secure the branch manager position. That

begun to take root—stories twisted

seen Corrine slip something into the

the added detail of her and Taylor entering a hotel together the previous night, the puzzle pieces had formed a story. A

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without hearing the gossip directly, Corrine could see

faint smile tugged at Corrine’s lips, cool

have thought this

to Ford Group,

pretend to be noble in front of me.” The sneer in her voice was unmistakable. Her eyes 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

coffee with a slow, even motion, watching the dark liquid swirl like a vortex. Her voice came calm, laced with steel. “I have far more options than you. You do not need

her eyes and

going to reject goodwill and invite chaos

up. Her eyes—sharp and

something about that gaze made

buried in those eyes, silent but potent, like a blade pressed lightly to her neck. Wendy’s breath hitched. The confidence she had moments

mocking smirk. Her

politeness for