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.

went on without

We are both women. We know the game. The corporate world is ruthless toward people like us. I am not here to tear

begun to take root—stories twisted from fragments of

slip something

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

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the gossip directly, Corrine could see it

Corrine’s lips, cool and

thought this through, have

She was not staying. Once Taylor left, she would return to Ford Group, leaving Blue Core Technology and its politics behind. But Wendy had mistaken her silence for

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

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 to worry about me.” She lifted

leave, Wendy narrowed her eyes and quickly

really going to reject goodwill

and startlingly

some reason, something about that gaze made

eyes, silent but potent, like a blade pressed lightly to her neck. Wendy’s breath hitched. The confidence she had moments ago slipped away, leaving her

faint, mocking smirk. Her voice was flat

politeness for