The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1642

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.

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and intelligence are an unbeatable combination. Someone once said that to me. I thought it was nonsense 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 ruthless toward people like us. I am

to take root—stories twisted from fragments

seen Corrine slip something into the contract.

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

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hearing the gossip directly, Corrine could see

tugged at Corrine’s

thought this

woman’s antics. She was not staying. Once Taylor left, she would return to Ford Group, leaving Blue Core Technology and its politics behind.

know how you got where you are. Don’t 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.

liquid swirl like a vortex. Her voice came calm, laced with steel. “I have far more options than you.

leave, Wendy narrowed her eyes and

reject

looked up. Her eyes—sharp and startlingly

something about that gaze made

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

mocking smirk. Her voice was flat

mistake politeness for